My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 02

My Husband Thinks I’m My Own Mistress Chapter 02

I’d been chewed out, and I felt ashamed.

But I still could barely keep my eyes open.

I’d slept only three hours total the night before, my head throbbing.

I sat at my desk, blank and drained.

Right before lunch, I stumbled downstairs to the apartment next to the company building.

I pulled a couture dress and a glittering diamond necklace from my closet.

In dim light, the yellow diamond glowed like solid amber.

It was the set Kael had bought his wife at an auction the month before.

Worth millions, it had made headlines.

Now I held it, tapping it against the table just to hear the sound.

Yes.

The wife he adored was me.

The secretary he tore apart was also me.

He thought we were twin sisters.

But it was only me.

The hickey he’d called trash? He’d left it there himself the night before.

Six months ago, I’d just started as Kael’s secretary when my parents called me home.

They said my twin sister had run off with her boyfriend, and no one was left to marry into the Voss family for their strategic alliance.

They told me to take her place.

To marry Kael under my twin sister’s name.

“Your sister will regret this later. We have to leave her a way back!” my mom begged through tears.

“Lila, you grew up with us. Your sister stayed in the countryside. She never had your chances—she didn’t even graduate high school.”

“Just consider this paying her back. Okay?”

She threatened to hurt herself.

I had no choice but to agree.

I thought we’d only be a couple in name, like most rich couples—polite, separate, living our own lives.

That’s how it started.

But then Kael changed completely, clinging to me every single night.

When I said no, his eyes turned red and he rasped:

“Baby, don’t you love me anymore? Did you find someone else? You’re leaving me? I can’t live without you…”

Ugh… What was I supposed to do?

It was thrilling at first. But later, I just wanted to be done with him.

Especially the past month—I’d slept barely three hours a night.

I was exhausted, making mistakes at work, getting screamed at every single day.

I couldn’t handle working all day and “working” all night anymore.

I grabbed my hair, collapsed onto the bed, and passed out before I could even figure out what to do.