Mistress on My Husband's Phone Novel by Rina Novita

Troy’s P.O.V

No woman had ever ignored me before. In fact, beautiful women competed for my attention.

When my name was at its peak among celebrities, many women chased after me, even coming to my house and office.

Women today were extraordinary. They did not hesitate or feel embarrassed to throw themselves at me.

But among all those women, not one had caught my attention. Even though they were from the ranks of celebrities, models, and officials‘ families–and were incredibly good looking.

Only one woman could shake my heart. A woman who was noble not because of her wealth, but because of how she carried herself and maintained her dignity. A woman who intrigued every man. She was the only one who always tried to keep her distance from me.

Sarah Joy Johnson, the daughter of Robert Johnson, my dad’s friend. A girl I had secretly loved since we were young. Back then, I never dared to approach her because we were so young. I kept that love buried until my family moved to America. I had promised myself back then to return and win her heart.

Sarah never knew I had always watched her. This special woman didn’t even recognize me when we met again. She might only know me as Troy Peterson, the top celebrity who had gone viral. Now, I chose to focus on running the family business instead of staying in showbiz.

But she would never know the reason behind all that. I decided to run my dad’s company again since she started managing her late father’s company directly.

Again, I failed to win her heart. It turned out her heart wasn’t mine. I knew she loved another. It was clear from her eyes that she missed Albert terribly. I let my heart break as long as she was happy. I was willing to let my soul bleed to see her smile.

That afternoon, after the police managed to capture Bradley, I was extremely anxious seeing Sarah lying unconscious on the floor. I immediately lifted the woman who had always been my life’s motivation and rushed her to the hospital.

Even in her unconscious state, Sarah kept calling out for Albert. Though it felt like my heart was being squeezed, I called Albert for her. I hoped he could make her happy.

Let this love be buried in my heart. I would carve her name beautifully in the memory of my love. As beautiful as her sincere heart. As lovely as her serene face.

‘Sarah, half of my soul belongs to you. Life feels empty without you. You’re the only woman who can make me laugh with joy. Also, the only woman who made me shed tears, like now.‘

I had hoped the office I had built would become yours someday. That I would be able to witness our union. You would always be the most beautiful woman in my heart.

decided to return to America. I might stay there for quite some time. The wound in my heart might never heal. At least being far from her might help me forget her for a moment. Yes, just for a moment.

Today, all the company leaders I had appointed gathered at this hotel. I needed to ensure the company would be fine while I was away. It would still be under my watch from afar.

My and Sarah’s company had established cooperation. I was sure Albert could support Sarah in this. At least it would be easier for me to get news about her when my heart was overwhelmed with longing.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Peterson. You have an invitation,

An employee placed a silver wedding invitation on my desk. With a pounding heart, I picked up the heart- shaped invitation.

My chest pounded as I read the pair of names on the invitation. I tried to control the rising heat of my emotions. I took several deep breaths to calm my anxiety.

So this was my love story.

My only option now was trying to be happy for her.

Yet the image of her beautiful face and serene gaze lingered in my heart. I didn’t know how to forget it all.

Could I ever forget her?

“The car to take you to the airport is ready, sir. Your luggage is already in the car.”

A servant informed me as I was having breakfast.

This morning, I would return to America. Everything has been prepared.

“Please send this gift on the date mentioned in the invitation. Tell them I can’t attend!” I requested one of my assistants.

“Yes, Mr. Peterson.”

The journey to the airport felt very different. My heart felt empty again. It felt like a part of my soul had been ripped out of my body.

I opened my laptop, replying to all the incoming emails, I had turned off my personal phone since yesterday. It’s not that I didn’t want to be disturbed. I just wasn’t ready to hear her voice again.

“We’ve arrived, sir.”

Two of my personal assistants opened the car door and carried my belongings. They walked behind me.

My steps felt heavier toward the plane that would take me. A man like Troy Peterson looked so weak right now. All because of a woman.

No! I could not be weak. I had to stay strong, for the sake of her happiness.

‘Farewell, love of my life. I wish you everlasting happiness, my love.”