Affair Novels & Stories

She believed we had taken what was hers. Because of that, she was extremely jealous of me. Scott had originally had feelings for me. Natalie found out and made sure he chose her instead. Later, she went after Colin for the same reason. Anything that belonged to me, she wanted to take. When she said it, everything finally made sense. I had always wondered how she could even look twice at Colin, that weak man. I let out a quiet sigh, unsure what I was even supposed to say. At least now, I finally knew the truth. Looks like the affair backfired, hard.

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!”

His affections, it turned out, had wandered far from the confines of his home. Maite, Aaron’s ex-girlfriend, a woman with a fiery spirit and a penchant for luxury, had become the object of his clandestine affections. Their meetings were a carefully orchestrated ballet of deception, a series of stolen moments in quiet cafes and secluded hotels, carefully masked by a veneer of respectability.

"Weren't you the one crying, Alex? And then you went cold on me. But since my mom told me what happened with you, I guess it all makes sense. You had sex with me, and cheated on your fiancée, then felt regret and cried. I am sure I wasn´t even the only person you slept with." Alex looked at me, her gaze intense. I felt naked under her stare and shifted uncomfortably, taking another sip of wine. She finally spoke, "I didn't cheat on my fiancée. We were in an open relationship. She did what she wanted as long as I knew about it, and I did the same.” She swallowed, “but the first day I met you, I didn't tell her. The first day we kissed, I didn't say anything to her because you occupied my mind

He kisses her three days later. They are on the terrace after midnight, the rest of the retreat long in bed, the summer dark warm and full of insects and the smell of cut grass. She has been watching his mouth for approximately forty minutes. When she turns to say something he is already leaning toward her and the kiss , the kiss is unhurried in a way that undoes her completely. Like a man who has decided and is in absolutely no rush now that he has. She forgets what she was going to say. She forgets several other things. * * *