All Chapters of The Unexpected Affair : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The cold beer chilled my throat as I swallowed it down, just like I did with my inner thoughts. The insides of my hands were a bit sweaty, different to the cold drink I was holding. I started to feel angry, mostly at myself. I felt so stupid for being there.I cleared my throat and glanced at my wristwatch before looking around. She still was a no show. I didn't know whether to take this as a good thing or not. As much as the thought of leaving my hotel made me uncomfortable, I had wanted to be there. I had wanted to see someone that was not on television. But I guessed she didn't feel the same way; hence I was sitting there alone, checking my watch nonstop.I sighed and wondered if I should leave. Had I been played? I lifted my head and looked around one more time, hoping to catch the waitress, but instead, my eyes met those of a woman standing next to my table. My heart skipped a beat hoping that she was the one I was waiting for.She quickly shook her head and gave me a small smil

The next four days in Paris were a whirlwind of work and presentations. My days were filled with back-to-back meetings, conferences, and networking events, leaving me little time to think about anything else. But no matter how busy I was, she was always there in the back of my mind.Every morning, as I got ready, I found myself glancing out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Each time my phone buzzed, a small part of me hoped it was a message from an unknown number, but it never was. The city was huge, and the odds of running into her again seemed slim, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that we were meant to see each other again.During my presentations, I forced myself to focus, delivering my points with precision and confidence. The audience responded well, and my colleagues congratulated me on a job well done. But as soon as the applause faded and the rooms emptied, my thoughts drifted back to that night.I remembered the way she laughed, the warmth of her touch, and the

As the plane touched down on South African soil, bringing me back home after what felt like an eternity in Paris, a rush of conflicting emotions washed over me. Despite the business trip that had taken me there, my thoughts were consumed by one person—the woman I hadn't been able to stop thinking about for the past weeks, since I cut the only contact I had with her.My trip to Paris was both a dream and a nightmare, a whirlwind of passion and heartache that I couldn't seem to shake. In the days that followed me leaving Alex sleeping, I had nursed my broken heart with more alcohol than I cared to admit, drowning my sorrows in a futile attempt to forget the pain of not being able to see her again.But even in my darkest moments, I couldn't bring myself to unblock her on my phone, to confront her about the lie she told that had torn us apart before the actual time. Instead, I had blocked her phone calls and text messages, hoping that she would read the letter I had left behind and unders

The cold water ran over me in the shower, steady and unforgiving. I let it fall as my thoughts spun out of control. Tears mixed with the water, slipping down my face as I tried to understand the mess inside me. Seeing Alex standing there, so calm and so beautiful, tore open wounds I believed were finally starting to heal.How could fate be so cruel? Why did it have to be Alex, of all people? The woman who had captivated my heart in Paris, only to shatter it with her lies. The woman who had haunted my thoughts ever since, refusing to let me move on.As I sat there, the sound of a loud knock echoed through the bathroom, startling me back to reality. I coughed, the sudden noise breaking the stillness around me, and quickly rose to my feet. The cold water had left my hand numb, a stark reminder of the pain I was trying so desperately to numb.Drying myself off with a towel, I couldn't bear to meet my own gaze in the mirror. My eyes were swollen from crying, a physical manifestation of the

On Monday, I was grateful to be back at work. I needed to focus on something, anything, that wasn't Alex or Paris. The weekend felt like an awful nightmare, with the disturbing realization that my mother's ex was the same woman who had taken a piece of me in Paris. And despite everything, I still felt something when my eyes landed on Alex, worse when she tried to touch me, which made me furious. I didn't want to feel anything for her. I just wanted to move on and live my life.Finding out that Alex had ended a twelve-year relationship cut deeper. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had something to do with that. Or maybe the other girl she hooked up with after meeting me. Again, Alex had cried in Paris after we made love. You don't just cry after an orgasm unless something profound has happened. And then there was that text where she said she felt everything in Paris the same way I did. Did that mean something?Today was raining, a true December downpour. Normally, I disliked the rain