Affair Novels & Stories

Marian concluded her words with a dark laugh. Then, everywhere went silent and heavy. Fiona finally raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion. She froze. Her mother blinked. “I’m sorry… what?” Marian lowered her glass calmly and sat back in her chair like someone who had just dropped a bomb and wanted to admire the explosion. “I believe that was too much to process, so I'm gonna repeat myself. Your daughter and my husband have been having an affair,” she said casually. The world stopped. Fiona’s fork fell from her hand.

Then another realization followed, one that felt even worse. I didn't actually miss Amara when she wasn't around. I missed Aria. I missed the texts asking whether I'd eaten lunch. I missed how she had remembered how I liked my coffee, when she had cared whether I got home safely. I missed someone paying attention to the little details of my life. I missed being important to someone. My stomach twisted. Because suddenly I understood something terrifying. The affair had never really been about love. It had all been about the excitement, the thrill of having a taste of the forbidden fruit.

Elara had to jog to keep up, her heels catching on the gaps in the sidewalk. “Elara, look at the camera!” the woman shouted. “Was the affair worth the collapse of the company?” The word affair felt like a physical weight in Elara’s chest. She stopped. She couldn't help it. She looked at the woman—the way her eyes were bright with excitement, the way she was already typing on her screen with one thumb. “It wasn't an affair,” Elara said. The woman grinned. “Then what was it? A business arrangement?” Adrian stopped five feet ahead. He turned back. He didn't tell her to come on. He didn't interfere. H

I tried to control myself, but I couldn’t—not when I knew she had fallen in love with him. I left home for a while. You were too young to remember, but I was gone for some time. That was when I met Aria. She came into my life unexpectedly, slipping into my mind and, in some ways, my heart. The problem? She was ten years younger than me. And not just that—she was the daughter of an old friend. Aria and I had an affair behind her father’s back. She was barely seventeen—beautiful in every way. But as the saying goes, what starts wrong, ends wrong. I never told her I was married, and she never told me that her father was a complete son of a bitch.

A little sharper around the edges, because somewhere along the line, I didn’t just step back. I stepped out. Our marriage got boring. Mundane. Predictable in the worst way. Same days, same conversations, same damn couch indentation. He never suggested dates. Never surprised me with trips or plans or anything that felt like us instead of logistics. And before I knew it, Marco happened. Not planned. Not calculated. Just… was inevitable. The affair slid into my life quietly, like it belonged there. Sex in basements while our spouses laughed upstairs. Sneaking out back doors at midnight. Meeting in garages like teenagers with something to lose.

My jaw tightened further. “How do they trade someone like that… for them?” I muttered. Aaron didn’t answer. “There’s another problem,” he added instead. I dragged my gaze back to him. By now, irritation simmered beneath my skin. “What now?” “They’ve already entered her into the lottery.” Everything in me stilled. “Were they selected?” I asked sharply. Aaron shook his head. “No… not exactly.” I frowned. “Then what?” He hesitated briefly before continuing. “Apparently, her sister has been having an affair with the ex-fiancé for over three years.”

Ishaan held her hand "I am so sorry Aarya. I don't even have the right to apologize." Aarya removed her hands as if she touched livewire. "Don't touch me Ishaan." He withdrew his hand. "A few days later we filed for a divorce". "God !! He cheated on you ?" Ishaan said aghast. "No Ishaan he got his right partner. And I released him from that sham of a marriage. I have done many mistakes and releasing him was a way of correcting one of them." She was quiet again. "But Aarya he broke your trust. He married you after knowing all the facts. He had committed and he should have kept it".

I was given an explanation by Fannie. "Let's put it in your position: if you saw your fiance kissing someone else... Would you continue with your marriage?" It was Fannie's question that caused me to pause for a few seconds. Should I still go through with the wedding even though I caught my future husband kissing another woman? Of course not! That is an unfair advantage. To me, it makes perfect sense. "Shut you up?" Fannie asked. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't continue with the wedding..."

He scooped Riley into his arms. "Riley, honey, why were you in such a hurry to call me over?" Riley snorted. "Steven, you heartless man! You're keeping another woman behind my back. Do you want me, or do you want the other girl?" Steven frowned. "Riley, you've got it wrong! You're my only girlfriend." Riley pointed at me. "What about her? She's wearing the ring you bought, and you sent her home. You even hugged her!"

It was then the hospital director realized there was no containing the situation and stopped the department head, who looked as if he were about to intervene. “Clearly, things have gotten out of hand. Perhaps it’s best to clear up any misunderstandings here and now,” the director said, turning toward me. Taking a steadying breath, I fought to stay calm. “Emily, I don’t know where this affair accusation came from, but I’m married. I have never interfered in anyone else’s marriage.” “Oh, so you’re going to deny it?” Emily sneered. “Well, today, I’m going to expose your true colors!”