All Chapters of The Mistress: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Victoria stepped into her home, the door clicking shut behind her, the weight of the day still heavy on her shoulders. Her mind was still processing the evening with Zander—the laughter, the moments of connection. It had been a brief reprieve from the emotional wreckage her life had become. Yet, as she walked into the living room, her stomach churned with unease. There, sitting in the dim light on the sofa, was Daniel.His posture was rigid, his face cast in shadows, but the anger in his eyes was unmistakable. He didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge her presence, as if waiting for her to make the first move. She could feel the tension in the air—the kind that suffocates you before words even have a chance to leave your mouth.Victoria stood still for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. “What do you want, Daniel?” Her voice came out colder than she intended, but she didn’t care. He had no right to make her feel small, to make her feel anything but what she was entitled to—respect.

The evening wore on, the hum of laughter and chatter around the room blending with the soft clink of glasses. Yet, Daniel couldn’t ignore the growing frustration gnawing at him. His eyes kept darting over to where Zander was seated across the table, occasionally locking eyes with Victoria, his gaze lingering a little too long for Daniel’s liking.Victoria, ever composed, pretended not to notice, but Daniel could feel the tension building. He couldn’t stand how Zander seemed to have a magnetic pull towards her, no matter how much he tried to act unaffected. It bothered him—more than it should have. After all, she was his wife. Or at least, that’s what the world thought.As the evening stretched on, Daniel grew more restless, the wine doing little to ease his frustration. He gripped his glass tighter, staring at Zander across the room. He watched as Zander leaned in to speak to Victoria, his voice low, too friendly for Daniel’s taste.Unable to take it anymore, Daniel set his glass down

Two weeks after the party, the fallout from Victoria’s public revelation was in full force. Chaos had taken over Daniel’s life, and he was struggling to maintain any semblance of control.The phone calls started the morning after the party. Calls from business partners, associates, and even distant relatives. Every conversation was laced with disbelief, shock, and, in some cases, outright anger. Victoria’s exposé had spread like wildfire, and there was no escaping the wreckage it caused. Daniel’s reputation—so carefully cultivated over the years—was now a shattered shell of what it once was.The media had gone wild. Headlines screamed about the scandal, about the affair with Maya, about the betrayal of his wife and child. Pictures from the party circulated, and even worse, video clips surfaced of Daniel storming off in a rage after Victoria’s public condemnation. It was as if the whole world was watching, dissecting every move he made.But it wasn’t just the media that turned against

Victoria pulled into the driveway, the quiet hum of her car engine the only sound accompanying her as she turned off the ignition. The morning was crisp, the soft glow of early light filtering through the trees and casting long shadows on the driveway. She sat in the car for a moment, taking a deep breath before stepping out and locking the doors behind her.Her mind was a whirlwind, the events of the past few weeks still lingering like a thick fog around her. The confrontation with Daniel, the mess of lies, and the tension between her and Rita—it was all too much. She had done what she needed to do for herself, but there was still that gnawing sense of guilt. No matter how hard she tried to push it away, it kept resurfacing.As she entered the house, she heard Rita’s voice from the kitchen, loud and sharp, cutting through the silence like a knife.“Victoria! You’re home.”Victoria hesitated for a second before walking into the kitchen, her stomach tightening in anticipation. Rita was

Sophie sat in the living room of Victoria’s house, the soft hum of the city outside seeping through the windows. She had just dropped off Ethan at school, and the quiet had settled in like a thick blanket.Victoria was pacing restlessly, her mind no doubt swirling with the fallout of everything that had happened. Sophie had been by her side every step of the way, offering support, but today, her thoughts kept drifting to her own experiences with love and loyalty.Victoria paused, looking at Sophie with an exhausted expression. “I don’t know what I did wrong, Soph,” she said, her voice cracking with the weight of everything. “I tried to be the perfect wife… the perfect mother. But somehow, I still ended up with a man who could throw everything away so easily.”Sophie leaned forward, her hands wrapped around her coffee mug. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Vic,” she said softly, though her mind wasn’t entirely present in the moment. “You tried your best. And sometimes, that’s all we can d