Mistress on My Husband's Phone Novel by Rina Novita

Sarah’s P.O.V

Who was it?

I quickly opened my eyes. I saw a man glaring at Derrick. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight. Three burly men in plain clothes stood behind him, making Derrick back away.

“Joy, are you okay?” he asked with a worried face.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I really wanted to jump and hug him, the man I missed every night.

But I remembered I was still pretending I had amnesia. I couldn’t trust Albert until the truth came to light.

I shook my head, looking confused.

“Joy, you don’t remember me?”

“Sorry…” I shook my head. Albert looked at me full of sadness.

Why did it break my heart to see him look like that?

“Don’t bother my wife!” Derrick snapped, glaring at Albert.

Albert, angered, approached Derrick and grabbed his collar roughly.

“You’re a real sly one! Taking advantage of Sarah’s amnesia to steal her money. You’ve been divorced for

several months now!” Albert shoved Derrick so hard that he hit the wall.

“Sorry, the family of Ruth Dane, please take care of the administration at the cashier,” a nurse suddenly approached us.

“Okay, nurse.” Derrick immediately followed the nurse’s directions.

Meanwhile, Lorraine was still crying in front of the ER.

Albert kept stealing glances at me.

Was he worried? Or sad? His face couldn’t hide the deep sadness. I had seen that sad face before, when I

left for Germany years ago.

“I’ll go home first, Lorraine. I need to prepare everything at home before your mom’s body arrives,” I said to Lorraine, heading out of the hospital.

I chose to leave the room. I couldn’t bear to keep pretending in front of Albert.

In the taxi, tears fell. I didn’t know what this feeling was. Why had it hurt so much to see Albert sad? Had I hurt him?

When I got home, I immediately reported to the church. The neighbors helped to prepare for the vigil. The men set up a tent and other equipment in the yard where the casket would be.

God, I suddenly remembered something. How was Joshua? Maybe I should ask Bradley later.

“Ma’am, sorry, I found this in the kitchen.” Sofia handed me a small plastic bag containing something like powder. Was it the poison that had taken Ruth’s life?

“Quick, put it back in the bag, Sofia. We shouldn’t leave our fingerprints on it,” I reminded her.

“If the police ask, tell them the truth. Don’t be nervous. Tell them honestly if you were under threat,” I continued.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, Sofia, who was with me during the accident?”

“Joshua, your personal driver.”

“How is Joshua now?” I asked curiously.

“Joshua only had minor injuries, ma’am. But he hasn’t come here since the accident.”

Did Joshua disappear? Why? Was he involved in the accident? This made me more confused.

I felt very tired. Maybe because I wasn’t fully recovered. The hearse that was carrying Ruth’s body approached the yard while I was in the room.

Derrick and Lorraine were already home. After Ruth’s body was laid in the casket, many guests came and went.

Since it was already night, we agreed to do the funeral ceremony in the next morning. Neighbors took turns keeping watch and praying all night. But Lorraine and Derrick were nowhere to be seen. I didn’t see them near the casket even once.

In the morning, office colleagues began arriving to offer their condolences.

Many were surprised when Derrick told them that I was his wife.

“Finally, you believe me, right? Sarah is my wife. So from now on, you must respect me because I am the husband of the company owner. Soon, I will fully own it. Hahahaha…”

Derrick had forgotten his act in front of me. What a fucking idiot.

“What do you mean? The company is still mine, right? You’ve been lying to me all this time?”

Derrick was startled.

“No, honey. But you gave me the company yesterday. You signed it.”

“No. That was just a temporary leadership transfer, not a transfer of ownership,” I stated firmly.

“After your mom’s funeral, I’ll uncover all the truth!” I added, stressing my words.

Derrick’s face turned pale. Meanwhile, our office staff whispered among themselves.

Even Kendall was among them. I briefly saw the bald man with the homewrecker among the guests.

We were startled when the neighborhood chief arrived with two uniformed police officers. One of them was a woman.

“Sorry, Derrick, I’m here with the police officers,” the neighborhood chief said apologetically. All the guests eyes turned to them.

Suddenly, Kendall, standing not far from me, looked anxious and pale. Meanwhile, the bald man waited near the fence.

“Good morning, sir. We have an order to bring Lorraine Dane to the station,” said one of the police officers, greeted by the commotion of the curious neighbors.

“What did my sister do wrong, sir?” Derrick asked nervously, unable to bear the shame in front of the mourners and neighbors. Especially after boasting to his colleagues.

“Lorraine is a prime suspect in Ruth’s death,” the male officer explained.

“No! This is slander! I am not guilty!” Lorraine screamed hysterically.

“Sorry, sir. We are mourning. Can’t this be postponed?” Derrick pleaded.

“No, it can’t,” the officer replied firmly.

“It’s her her fault,” Lorraine screamed, pointing at me.

But the police ignored her. The female officer quickly approached Lorraine, handcuffed her, and took her out.

All eyes watched Lorraine, who hung her head in shame.

“Officer, I found this in the kitchen last night.” Suddenly, Sofia approached the police and handed them the small bag with powder.

Lorraine’s face turned even paler and more anxious seeing what Sofia brought.

“Thank you, ma’am. We hope you can come to the station later if needed for a statement.”

Sofia nodded.

“Hey, don’t run!” Someone shouted loudly outside the fence. One of the officers went to check the commotion.

“Sir, the fugitives we’ve been looking for are around here,” reported one of the officers who came from outside. I didn’t expect there to be more than two police officers.

The situation became chaotic again. The neighbors ran to the street to see what was happening. Meanwhile, Lorraine was still the center of attention and gossip.

“Report! The fugitives have been caught, sir.”

My eyes widened as I saw the two people who were caught that they had called fugitives.

What did they do wrong? Were they connected to me?