His Mistress Called Me Daughter

Summary

My husband was sleeping around behind my back. When his latest mistress showed up on my front porch, she looked me up and down, offering a sweet, rehearsed smile: "You must be Julian’s daughter, right?"

I froze for a heartbeat. Realizing she had mistaken me for his child, I decided to play along.

Months later, at Julian’s lavish birthday gala, the city’s high-society elite gathered under the chandeliers. My husband, flushed with champagne and ego, walked into the VIP lounge—only to find me and his mistress sitting side-by-side, holding hands, live-streaming our conversation to hundreds of…