Plunged

Daphne's POV

“ So are you going to tell me what exactly you have been hiding from me?” I leaned against the door, throwing the question at Irene who stood, transfixed to the spot. Her eyes wavering as she tried not to stare at me.

“ Daphne, I was going to tell you, but I was waiting for the right time to tell you about it”

I bit in a chuckle. “ Isn't this the right time?” I demanded to know when she didn't give me a word. Her eyes were still averted from mine, which made me wonder how much shit she was in.

“ Fine” I sat on the couch close by. “ Just start from wherever you think is perfect for me to know. I am never going to judge you, you know” I assured her.

How exactly am I going to judge her? We have all done shady things….

“ He is someone's husband,'' Okay, I guess my shady and hers were two different kinds.

“ That means you are a mistress?” When exactly did she get into this that I didn't have an idea about? This was stupid already.

“Just until he gets divorced. He is unha