Face to Face With His Mistress

🌸Eden🌸

I recalled his words that night.

It wasn’t something I expected, not after how sweet he had been to me recently, especially after being so distant for so long.

“I’m sorry, but this is what needs to be done,” he said, his voice calm, almost emotionless. “I’m in love with Nalani. I shouldn’t have married you. Her father ….he’s the most influential man

 In the country currently. 

He can take me places—make me the man I want to be. It was a mistake.”

A mistake.

Five years of my life. Five years of loving him, sacrificing for him, believing in him—it was all a mistake?

The words cut deeper than any knife ever could.

I met Liam Monroe in the most unexpected way. I was rushing across the street near my culinary school, my arms full of books and dreams, when his sleek black car screeched to a stop, just inches from me. The sound of the tires and my sharp gasp marked the beginning of everything.

Liam stepped out of the car, looking both apologetic and in control. He was young, handsome, and so obviously different from my simple life. That moment led to apologies, coffee, and a whirlwind romance that felt like a fairy tale. Back then, I believed in love. Back then, I believed in him.

But loving Liam came at a cost. It wasn’t long before he asked me to give up my dreams of becoming a renowned chef. “You don’t need to work,” he had said, flashing that charming smile. “I want you to cook for me, and only me.”

At first, it felt sweet. He was rich, powerful, and made me feel like I was his entire world. But as time went on, I began to see the truth. His love wasn’t freeing; it was suffocating. He turned my passion for cooking into something small, something caged.

Now, the man I gave up everything for has destroyed me. Liam isn’t just my husband anymore—he’s a man chasing power. He’s a political aspirant who has poured all his money and energy into campaigns that keep failing.

Maybe that’s why he left me for her—the perfect woman with the perfect connections. Her family’s name carries power, and her father is one of the most influential men in the country. Liam must think that with her, he’ll finally win.

And me? I was just an abandoned kid at the orphanage that struggled to make life work. He discarded me like I was nothing. Now, sitting alone in this cold, empty house, I’m left to face the truth.

Liam had left the house for me, a parting gift wrapped in pity. As if these four walls could replace the man who had once filled them with warmth—or so I thought. Now, all that remained was cold.

Jessica, his assistant, was the only one here. 

Liam had left her to discharge me from the hospital.

She fluttered around, trying to help, her presence more suffocating than comforting. She wasn’t family. She wasn’t a friend. She was just here because he told her to be.

I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the floor. My body still felt weak, the aftermath of what I’d done lingering like a shadow. My mind replayed everything, over and over. The knife. The pills. The hospital. His face.

And then his absence.

“Where’s my husband?”I asked, my voice dry and raspy, barely above a whisper.

Jessica didn’t look at me, her hands busy setting a tray of soup and bread on the coffee table. “He’s… busy,” she said quietly.

Busy.

A bitter laugh escaped me, hollow and sharp. Of course, he was busy. Busy with her. Busy with Nalani Caspian and the promise of power that came with her last name.

“You should focus on getting better, Mrs. Monroe,” she finally said.

Mrs. Monroe.

The title stung, a cruel reminder of a role I no longer played in Liam’s life.

I turned away from her, my eyes landing on the wedding photo still hanging on the wall. In it, I was smiling—wide, bright, full of hope. I didn’t recognize that woman anymore.

“Do you know how pathetic this is?” I muttered, more to myself than to Jessica.

She didn’t respond, but her silence was answer enough.

“I don’t need you to babysit me,” I said, my voice sharp.

Jessica frowned but didn’t argue. “Mr Monroe asked me to stay—”

“Your boss isn’t here,” I snapped. “So you don’t have to pretend you care.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, I thought she might leave. Instead, she took a step back, her hands clasped in front of her. “If you need anything, I’ll be in the study,” she said quietly before walking away.

I sank back onto the couch, my gaze fixed on the wedding photo. My chest tightened, and tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

My gaze drifted to the divorce papers sitting untouched on the coffee table. He expected me to sign them, to make it easy for him to move on. To her. To Nalani.

I clenched my fists.

I wouldn’t sign them. Not yet.

A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

At first, I didn’t move, assuming Jessica would handle it. But when the knock came again, louder this time, I realized she was nowhere in sight.

I stood slowly, my body still weak, and made my way to the door. Before I could reach it, it swung open with an audacity that made my blood run cold.

She didn’t even wait.

Standing there, as bold and unapologetic as ever, was Nalani Caspian.

My breath caught in my throat.

She stepped inside, exuding confidence and power, the sharp click of her heels against the floor echoing in the silence. Her presence was suffocating, as if she owned the place.

“Nalani,” I said, my voice colder than I thought it would be.

She looked at me, an insincere smile playing on her lips. “I see he’s left you with the house. How generous of him.”

“What are you doing here?” My voice tightened, my anger rising like a storm I couldn’t hold back.

Nalani stepped further inside, casually brushing past me, her eyes scanning the room with the ease of someone who belonged. “Liam sent me,” she said.