Mistress on My Husband's Phone Novel by Rina Novita

Troy’s P.O.V

After living in New York for a year, I returned home last night. A major meeting with several business partners was scheduled for this morning.

Fortunately, all the problems from before have been resolved. Albert was indeed reliable. Sarah had made the right choice in marrying him.

Suddenly, the image of her beautiful face crosses my mind, always charming even when she was angry. I wondered how she was doing now.

Today’s meeting was held at my office. Luckily, I left early to avoid traffic. In less than an hour, I finally arrived at the office.

As I entered the lobby, several assistants greeted me. We then proceeded to my office, while the men serving as assistants and bodyguards followed me.

“Good morning, Mr. Peterson.”

“Welcome back, Mr. Peterson.”

“How have you been, Mr. Peterson?”

Several senior executives greeted me. The staff and employees nodded respectfully as I walked past them.

“Have the guests arrived?” I asked one of the assistants once we were inside the room filled with memories.

“Only a few have arrived at the meeting room, sir,” one of my assistants replied.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

“Good morning!”

I quickly turned towards the familiar voice.

“Troy!”

“Hey, Albert! How are you?”

For some reason, whenever I saw this man, it felt like Sarah was nearby. Honestly, I missed her so much. There was always a warm feeling whenever I thought of her.

“I’m good. But Sarah was really disappointed that you didn’t come to our wedding.”

“Yeah, sorry. Something urgent required me to fly to New York immediately,” I explained casually.

Was Sarah really disappointed? Didn’t she know that my heart was broken?

“Have a seat, please!”

Albert sat on the sofa directly opposite me.

“Aren’t you going to ask about Sarah?” Albert’s face looked serious.

‘Hey! What kind of question is that? What’s going on with them?‘

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

Of course, I wanted to know how she was doing. But Sarah was no longer the same. It was not appropriate for me to miss another man’s wife.

“Come over to the house! Sarah and Gillian would be happy to see you,” Albert said.

But why did he look so pale? Was he sick?

“Alright. Once I’m done with my business, I’ll definitely come over. I’m sure Gillian has grown up a lot,” I said, laughing, remembering the adorable little girl.

“Excuse me, sir. The meeting is about to start.” One of my assistants suddenly approached us.

“Oh, yes. Albert, please proceed to the meeting room.” I gestured for Albert to head to the meeting room first. Meanwhile, I waited for important documents from my secretary.

The meeting went smoothly. Our company and partners saw increased profits this year. All employees would receive a larger annual bonus than the previous year.

After the meeting, I approached Albert again. He was still seated in the meeting room.

“Let’s have lunch,” I invited.

“Oh, y–yes…” Albert replied, massaging his temples:

“What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well? You look very pale.” Albert continued to rub his head without answering my question.

“Come to my office!” I urged him.

Albert followed me to the office not far from the meeting room.

“Sit down first!”

Albert sat back down, leaning his head on the sofa, closing his eyes briefly.

I decided to have lunch in my office. My assistants were preparing everything.

“Are you sick? Have you seen a doctor?” I asked, looking at him firmly.

Albert nodded weakly. He seemed to be in pain and exhausted.

“Troy… Can I… ask you something?” Albert asked hesitantly.

“Go ahead!” I nodded confidently, looking at him intently. Albert was definitely hiding something.

The man in front of me took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He seemed to be gathering the courage to speak to me.

“Troy… if something happens to me, please take care of Sarah for me. And our children. She is currently pregnant with our child.” Albert looked even weaker.

“Hey, what do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Mr. Peterson, lunch is ready.” Two of my assistants entered, bringing food and drinks for us, placing

them on the table in front of us.

Albert didn’t seem to have an appetite.

“Let’s eat first. I’ll take you home later. I know you didn’t bring a driver today,” I said, starting to enjoy my lunch.

Albert nodded and reached for his plate. Although he looked very unwell, he forced himself to eat.

We ate in silence. Albert didn’t finish his meal. A few moments after eating, we started talking again.

“Troy, I should go home. No need to take me. You must be tired.”

“Didn’t you just invite me to visit your home? Come on! I’d love to see Gillian,” I said, making Albert unable to refuse.

This time, I drove myself. I asked my driver to bring Albert’s car to his house.

During the trip, we talked about various things. Business, the company, employees, and more. Until we

arrived in front of a very luxurious three–story mansion.

My heart beat faster. Soon, I would meet someone I missed so much. Since last night, her face had been the only thing on my mind.

Slowly, the gate opened. I drove into the spacious and lush yard. Meanwhile, Albert seemed to be calling someone.

“Honey, guess who I brought? You wouldn’t believe it.”

It turns out he was calling his wife.

Why did my heart ache? No, I shouldn’t be jealous. I was a nobody.

After parking the car, I got out and tried to stay calm. But my heart and mind were in turmoil.

We walked to the closed door. A household assistant opened the door for us and invited us in.

“Please, sir. Ms. Johnson is waiting inside.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

I followed Albert, who walked calmly towards a room in the middle of this large house.

I was stunned when I saw a woman with a pregnant belly walking towards us. I wanted to hug her so badly.

“Please, Troy, I’ll be in my office for a bit.” Suddenly, Albert turned and entered a room.

I continued walking towards the woman who looked even more beautiful.

“Troy!”

“Sarah!”

Our eyes met for a long time. I couldn’t hold back my longing. Without realizing it, I grabbed her and hugged her tightly.