His Mistress

Zelda

“I will be right back,” Drake said in a firm tone, and I nodded. I watched as Drake left the room, the door closing behind him.

I stood in front of the mirror, my eyes closed, not wanting to see my reflection, not wanting to see the worry and fear written on my face. I tried to focus on my breathing, taking deep, slow breaths to calm my racing heart.

I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, the sound deafening in the silence of the room. I tried to focus on the sound, and attempted to grind myself in the present moment.

His words echoed in my mind, over and over again. “You are the only woman in my life.” It was like a knife to my heart, a betrayal I had never felt before.

How could he say those words to me when I knew he had lied? I remembered the lipstick stain on his shirt, the one I had seen on my sick bed, the day I had found Amelia in our home.

The memory was still fresh, the pain still raw. I wanted to scream, to cry, to break something. But instead, I stood there,