My Anniversary Revealed I Was His MistressChapter 1
Today marks our fourth wedding anniversary. My gaze lingered on the keys resting on the table — the red Ferrari I had arranged for Sebastian. He’d talked about owning one for years, and I wanted to surprise him. My other hand drifted to my stomach, a soft smile forming on my lips.
Soon, we would have a baby.
Life felt complete. It felt safe. Perfect, even.
That illusion shattered when Logan walked into my room without knocking. He had done that all my life, ever since we were children, but today something in his expression made my chest tighten.
“Isabella,” he said, voice strained and rough. “Sebastian already has a wife.”
For a second, I just stared at him. Then I let out a small laugh, because the claim sounded too absurd to take seriously.
“That’s your anniversary greeting?” I teased lightly, turning back to the mirror to fix my earrings. “You’re supposed to congratulate me, not start rumors. Is this about you thinking he’s not right for me again? We settled this when I chose to marry him. It’s been four years, Logan.”