My Husband Chose His Mistress

That evening, Princeton returned home earlier than usual, just after dinner.

"Tiana, I was just out celebrating Aunt Morgan's birthday. You know the impact she's had on my life," he explained, trying to brush off any suggestions about his relationship with Zuri.

Yet, if Zuri Morgan wasn't important to him, why couldn't he meet my eyes at that moment? I suppressed the sadness swelling within me and calmly helped him hang up his coat. "It's important to celebrate birthdays with those who've been there for us," I replied.

Seeing that I wasn't upset, he seemed relieved. He was always so reserved, rarely showing his emotions. Even when he smiled, it was just a faint gesture. I used to believe I'd reached his heart, that I was different from everyone else. But once Zuri returned, I realized how naive that belief had been.

"Princeton," I said suddenly, turning to look at him.

He glanced over with a puzzled expression.

"Do you remember the vows we exchanged at our wedding?"

We had promised each other a lifetime of loyalty, honesty, and understanding. His eyes flickered as if recalling something distant. "Why bring this up out of the blue?" he asked.

"No real reason. It just came to mind."

A piercing ache coursed through my head, but I tried to seem unaffected.

"Tiana, don't let your imagination get the better of you," he murmured, pulling me into a gentle embrace. "I remember everything."

I knew he wouldn't betray me, yet he would never be completely mine either. There would always be a part of him reserved for Zuri Morgan.

I suddenly wondered, after I'm gone, if Princeton looks back on today, what will he feel? Remorse? Or nothing at all?