Mistress on My Husband's Phone Novel by Rina Novita

Troy’s P.O.V

Sarah still looked shaken since coming back from the funeral. I was thankful Gillian seemed stronger and more resilient.

“Sarah, get some rest. Don’t forget you’re pregnant.. Don’t keep dwelling on it. Albert is at peace now. He’s no longer in pain.”

Her face looked swollen and pale. Deep sorrow was evident in her gaze.

She only nodded, her eyes vacant. It broke my heart to see her like this. Did she love Albert that much?This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sarah fell asleep on the long sofa in the second–floor family room. I stayed with her, unwilling to leave.

I must have dozed off for a bit to ease my fatigue. But I had to be strong. I had to be the pillar for Sarah and Gillian now.

I gazed at her fair, beautiful face multiple times. The face I longed for every night. Now, I could look at her as much as I wanted. But my heart ached to see the deep sadness in her gentle eyes.

Sarah stirred. Slowly, her eyes opened.

“Troy… Sorry, I fell asleep!” She sat up.

I smiled.

“Sleep, you need the rest.”

“You should rest too, Troy. You must be even more tired.”

I shook my head.

“For you and Gillian, I would do anything. You both are my responsibility now.”

“Troy, you don’t have to go overboard. You can take care of us from afar. Gillian and I don’t want to trouble you.”

“No, Sarah. Even if Albert hadn’t asked, I would still do the same.”

“Really?” Sarah’s eyes glistened with tears.

I nodded, smiling.

Sarah, if only you knew. This feeling is still the same as before. The desire to have you.‘

“Thank you, Troy. But it really isn’t necessary. Gillian and I will be okay.”

A few moments later, Sarah got up. The beautiful woman seemed to struggle because of her large belly.

Quickly, I reached out and caught her before she could fall.

“Careful! Where are you going?” I asked.

“I need to go to the bedroom. I don’t know, I feel a bit dizzy.”

“Let me help you.” Thankfully, Sarah didn’t refuse as guided her to the bedroom.

“Which room is yours?”

“I want to sleep in Gillian’s room. I can’t bear to go into my room yet,” Sarah said, her voice shaky as she glanced at the master bedroom, where she used to share with Albert.

She must have had so many memories with Albert in that room. Why did I feel a pang of sadness?

Gillian was fast asleep. Sarah lay down beside her. I crouched next to the bed, looking at her with concern.

“Go home, Troy. Gillian and I will be okay. Thank you for being here for me, for us, during this hard time. I don’t know what I would do without you. I have no one else.” Sarah’s tears started flowing again.

I knew she was fragile, even though she tried to appear strong.

“Don’t cry anymore, okay?” I gently wiped her tears.

Sarah nodded, trying to smile..

“Go home, Troy. Get some rest,” she whispered.

“Alright, I’ll go home once you’re really asleep.”

Sarah didn’t protest anymore. She closed her eyes. My hand gently stroked her head.

A few minutes later, after making sure she was truly asleep, I got up and left the room. In the front room, a housekeeper was cleaning.

“Where’s Joshua?”

“Joshua is out front, sir.”

I walked to the terrace. Joshua was cleaning the car.

“Joshua, I’m heading out. If anything happens, please contact me immediately.”

“Yes, Mr. Peterson.” Joshua nodded respectfully.

Feeling assured, I started driving back to my apartment.