Chapter 1 The Mistress Came

When Sasha Yundt brought the last dish to the dining table, she saw Jameson Leigh walking in with Calista Peyer.

Throughout their three years of marriage, Jameson neglected her the entire time.

Every night when he was away, Calista would send text messages and intimate pictures of her with Jameson to show off and remind Sasha of how unhappy it was to be in a forced marriage that lasted for three years.

Calista leaned against Jameson coquettishly and said, "Sash, I'm so sorry for disturbing you all of a sudden. Did you make all these? Awesome! Unlike me, who has always been in poor health. James cares for me and doesn't even allow me to cook."

Sasha pursed her lips. Her appearance reminded her that Jameson did not love her, and Calista was the only person in his heart.

"Can a mistress be brought back to the house now? How strange."

Calista pouted aggrievedly. "You got me and James wrong, Sash. The doctor said that it's bad for my health to eat takeouts too frequently. I heard that you're a good cook, so I begged James to bring me here."

Sasha clenched her fists and said, "Ms. Peyer, are we close? Why are you on a first-name basis with me? I cook for my husband, not for you."

Jameson frowned. "What's all this fuss about? Sasha, is this how you treat a guest? It's just a meal. Don't make a big deal out of it."

"That's right. You've been serving us since you got married into our family. I don't see why not let one more person join us for a meal." Gwenyth Leigh walked down the stairs impatiently.

"Besides, if it were for you, Calista might have married my brother," Gwenyth added. She habitually sat at the dining table and patted the seat beside her. "Calista, come and sit here."

Eventually, the four of them sat at the table. Gwenyth and Calista were having a cordial interaction, while Jameson and Sasha remained cold to each other.

Ring!

Jameson's phone rang, and he picked it up. After a short reply, he hung up.

"There's something going on at the office. Sasha, you take care of our guest. I gotta go and won't come back tonight."

As a result, Jameson left in a hurry.

Sasha looked at the other two ladies at the table and lost her appetite. "I'm done. You guys make yourselves comfortable."

With that, she turned around and went upstairs.

"Oops, is Sash unhappy? It's all my fault."

"Calista, just leave her alone. Try this..."

Sasha was lying in bed, constantly recalling what happened these three years.

Back then, she fell in love with Jameson when she saw him giving a speech at school.

Marrying him was her dream.

But after they really got married, she found Jameson was not her Mr. Right.

He was as gentle as she thought, but his gentleness was never to her.

He was as powerful as she thought, but he didn't want to protect her.

In order to maintain this fragile marriage, she swallowed her pride, toiled away for the Leigh family, took care of all the housework, and cared for her in-laws.

No matter how hard Jameson's mother and his little sister tried to make things difficult for her, she put up with it and never caused him any trouble.

She thought that as long as she worked harder and was more tolerant, he would see how good she was.

However, he still brought Calista to have a meal with them regardless of her opinions.

Sasha wondered, "Is he going to ask me to give up my position as his wife next?"

Knock! Knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

When she opened the door, she saw Calista's aggrieved look. "Sash, I'm sorry. I didn't know today was the third anniversary of your marriage with James, yet I even came over to impose myself on you."

"Jameson is gone. You don't have to pretend to be pitiful." Sasha laid Calista bare as she didn't have the mood to deal with her.