Mistress on My Husband's Phone Novel by Rina Novita

“Derrick, I want a divorce!” I said, my voice trembling.

Derrick stared at me silently, then smirked.

“You have no one in this world, Sarah. What will you do without me? Just because you got a job, now you want a divorce? Your salary might not even cover your and Gillian’s needs.” Derrick spoke, his smile mocking.

“Let it go, Sarah. If Derrick wants to have Kendall, let him. What’s important is that he doesn’t divorce you. You can still live here.” Ruth chimed in.

“I’d rather walk through the flames of hell than share a house with that bitch!” I snapped then went back to my room.

This morning, I didn’t prepare Derrick’s needs like I usually did. My heart was already broken. My decision was firm; I wanted a divorce. There was nothing left worth fighting for here.

I quietly packed some of Gillian’s clothes and school supplies into a suitcase, along with some of mine.

“Sarah! Where are my clothes and pants?

“Sarah!”

Derrick yelled from his room while I was in Gillian’s room.

“Find them yourself. Or ask your mistress to prepare them.” I approached him, folding my arms across my chest.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I’m still your husband!” he yelled again, his eyes bulging.

It seemed that Derrick had finally exploded. Good. In that case, he would agree to the divorce eventually.

“What kind of husband are you, Derrick? A depraved husband like you doesn’t deserve respect! I’d rather not have a husband than be constantly hurt. I’m exhausted. I’m fucking done!” I shouted back.

“You ungrateful bitch!” Derrick growled, his eyes glaring at me.

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“You’ve never been satisfied in this marriage. Do you want to suffer out there? You should be grateful I’m not divorcing you,” Derrick said, full of emotion.

“Which wife will be grateful when her husband is cheating?” I retorted.

Derrick struggled to find his work clothes. He almost completely ransacked the closet.

I watched him, leaning against the wall. In my heart, I laughed. He deserved it. Ever since we got married, I had never once neglected him. I always took care of him. I had endured living with his family’s insults and scorn. But in the end, I was betrayed.

“Derrick! Can I go to the office with you?” Lorraine’s voice rang.

Derrick didn’t answer. He was too busy looking for his socks and handkerchief. He still looked very annoyed.

I left the room. Ruth and Lorraine seemed to be having a serious conversation in Ruth’s room. Maybe they were discussing what happened before dawn.

“Forgive Derrick, Kendall. Maybe he lost control seeing how pretty you are,” I heard Ruth’s voice from inside the room.

Oh my God, Kendall was in the room too. They were talking together.

I couldn’t believe their way of thinking. It was clear that I was the one who was hurt here. But why did Ruth apologize to Kendall? Earlier this morning, Kendall seemed very pleased with herself after being with Derrick.

Sofia just got back from taking Gillian to the school pickup point.

“Shh… Sofia, come here,” I called.

“Yes, Miss.”

“Go home and get some clothes. Later you’ll come stay with me at the apartment,” I whispered to her.

“Don’t worry. The apartment isn’t far. It’s the one across from the mall on the main road.”

“Alright, Miss.”

I had already told Carrie not to sell the apartment unit, considering its proximity to Gillian’s school.

“Sarah, where’s our breakfast?” Once again, Lorraine was yelling.

The four heartless people were already sitting neatly at the empty dining table.

“Sarah!”

“Sofia!!!”

“Why do you have to yell?” I finally approached them.

“Hey, where’s breakfast? I’m hungry!” Lorraine snapped.

“Hungry, you say? Go cook for yourself!” I retorted.

Lorraine glared at me.

“Where’s Sofia?” Ruth asked.

“I sent her home,” I replied.

“Why did you send her home? Her work isn’t done yet. What’s wrong with you?” Ruth asked angrily.

“Sofia works for me, Mom. I’m the one paying her. So I can do what I want,” I replied firmly.

I was not sorry. My respect for Ruth disappeared this morning after how she had reacted.

“You’re getting more disrespectful!” Derrick stood up and yelled at me.

“Why don’t you just divorce this woman, Derrick?” Kendall chimed in.

“Yeah, Derrick. Just divorce her. She’s so bloody rude,” Lorraine added.

Derrick was silent. I knew he was hesitant to divorce me, probably because of Gillian.

“Why are you silent, Derrick?” I asked.

Shamelessly, Kendall squeezed Derrick’s hand, as if to give him strength.

“Get out of here! Sarah Joy Johnson, from today onward, you are no longer my wife,” Derrick said, his voice trembling.

I was stunned by the words that came out of the mouth of the man who had once promised to protect me for life.

The words I had been waiting for had finally come out of his mouth. But still, it hurt deeply.

I held back my tears with all my strength. I was strong after all. They could not longer treat me like this.

I saw a satisfied smile on Kendall’s and Lorraine’s faces.

But Ruth looked uneasy. “Don’t take my grandchild.” Her voice was hoarse.

“Yes, Gillian is still your grandchild. But as her mother, I won’t let my child be raised by these two traitors.” I pointed at the two people holding hands in front of me.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m leaving,” I whispered,

I walked to Gillian’s room. I quickly gathered everything I had prepared.

I didn’t bring much. Only what I thought was essential.

I had already informed Sofia to wait for me in front of the house.

“Sarah…” Derrick approached me in Gillian’s room.

“Where are you taking Gillian? Where will you stay?” His voice softened.

“Don’t worry, Derrick. I promise Gillian won’t suffer with me. She’s all I have now,” I replied.

“Derrick, let’s go. It’s getting late.” Kendall came to Derrick in Gillian’s room. That woman was really so shameless.

She pulled Derrick’s hand and led him out of the room.