When His Mistress Got My Anniversary Gift
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On her wedding anniversary, a woman discovers her husband gave her gift to his mistress. Devastated by the betrayal, she decides to uncover the secrets of his double life. As she digs deeper, she finds a web of lies more complex than simple infidelity. Her pursuit of the truth leads her into a dangerous game of mystery and heartbreak. She must navigate a crumbling marriage while uncovering the dark reality behind the man she once loved.
When His Mistress Got My Anniversary Gift Chapter 1
I rose before dawn on Memorial Day, my heart lighter than it had been in months. Today wasn't just a holiday—it was our wedding anniversary. Fifteen years of marriage deserved celebration, even if Ryan had forgotten the last three.
Not this year. I'd left hints for weeks, casually mentioning dinner reservations and reminiscing about our honeymoon. This morning would be perfect—a surprise breakfast with Jake and Ryan before they started their day.
The kitchen was silent as I worked. I arranged Ryan's favorite pastries on our best china, brewed his preferred dark roast, and set out fresh-squeezed orange juice in crystal glasses. Three red roses—one for each of us—stood in a slender vase at the center of the table. I placed our wedding photo beside it, along with snapshots from happier times: Jake's fifth birthday, our trip to Napa Valley, the day we bought this house.
The morning light spilled through the windows as I lit two tapered candles. The flame flickered, casting a warm glow across the polished wood. Perfect.
I glanced at the clock: 7:30 AM. They should be down soon. I smoothed my dress—a new one, robin's egg blue that Ryan once said brought out my eyes—and waited.
By nine, the coffee had gone cold. The pastries sat untouched, their glazed surfaces hardening in the air. The candles had burned halfway down.
At ten, I heard movement upstairs. My heart quickened as I reheated the coffee and straightened the silverware. But it was just Jake, rushing down with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
"Mom, Dad said to tell you we're heading out. Victoria's birthday brunch." He barely looked at me, eyes fixed on his phone.
"But—" The word caught in my throat. "Today is our anniversary."
Jake shrugged, already halfway to the door. "Dad didn't mention that. We'll be back tomorrow."
The door slammed behind him before I could respond.
I stood frozen beside my perfect table, listening to the car engine start and fade away. They knew. They both knew what today was. I'd mentioned it just three days ago at dinner.
By noon, the candles had guttered out. I hadn't moved from my chair, staring at the untouched settings across from me. My phone buzzed on the table.
A notification from Instagram. I opened it mechanically, then felt my stomach drop. Ryan had posted a photo—him, Jake, and Victoria, raising champagne flutes at some trendy restaurant on Rodeo Drive. Victoria wore a stunning red dress, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. Ryan's arm was around her waist, his smile wider than any he'd directed at me in years. The caption read: "Happy Birthday, Vic! Love you both ❤️"
My fingers trembled as I scrolled through his feed. More photos appeared: Jake and Victoria laughing over elaborate desserts; Ryan presenting her with a small blue box that I recognized immediately—Tiffany's. In every image, they looked like a perfect family—the family I thought was mine.
I set down the phone and let my gaze drift across the room, landing on my jewelry box. Almost unconsciously, I rose and opened it, fingers finding what I sought without looking—a plastic hospital bracelet, yellowed with age but still legible. SARAH MITCHELL, it read. The date from seven years ago stared back at me.
The memory crashed over me like a physical wave. The searing pain in my abdomen. The terrified drive to the emergency room. The doctor's grave face as he explained I was hemorrhaging internally and needed immediate surgery. The nurse pushing consent forms toward me as I struggled to hold the pen, blood seeping through my clothes.
"Your husband?" the nurse had asked.
"He's coming," I'd lied, signing my name with a shaking hand.
But Ryan never came. I woke alone in recovery to a text message: "Sorry, helping Victoria move apartments. Everything OK?"
I'd told myself it was a misunderstanding. That he didn't realize how serious it was. That Victoria needed him more in that moment.
I looked back at the anniversary table I'd prepared, then at the hospital bracelet in my hand. Fifteen years of making excuses. Fifteen years of being second choice.
The bracelet crumpled in my fist as something cold and clear crystallized in my chest. I wasn't angry anymore. I was awake.
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When His Mistress Got My Anniversary Gift of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3
Chapter 4 Ch. 4
Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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