Affair Book Novels & Stories

I had cared for her without hesitation and faced every hardship alongside her. Even after I learned of her affair and that she was pregnant with another man's child, I foolishly held onto the hope that she'd come back to me. It wasn't until she had me imprisoned because of that college student and caused my parents' deaths that I truly woke up. I realized even the purest love could turn into bitter hatred. After all, feelings were never set in stone. As I touched the folds of my resignation letter, my eyes remained steady and composed. This time, I vowed not to repeat the same mistakes.

"Why are you telling me this now?" "Because I read your book. Because I saw the articles. Because everyone is talking about the affair, about the scandal, about the father and son and the woman who came between them." She let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "But nobody is talking about the drugs. Nobody is talking about the fact that your father-in-law was sedating his own son so he could sleep with his wife. That's not an affair. That's a crime."

I opened my browser and found the article. It was polished. It was almost elegant. It generously praised my medical accomplishments before quietly, systematically dismantling my character. Respected physician. Dedicated professional. Demanding schedule. Long hours. Emotional distance. It suggested—never outright stated, but heavily implied—that Marcus had spent years trying in vain to save a cold, lonely marriage. That two people had simply grown apart. That another relationship had naturally, innocently developed only afterward. The affair became a tragic afterthought. The financial betrayal disappeared entirely. In this impeccably crafted narrative, there was no Birchwood house. There were

But when Isla Laurent walks into his home a young, beautiful babysitter with wide, innocent eyes and a body made to be sinned against he knows he’s doomed. She’s temptation wrapped in silk, a dangerous addiction he can’t quit. Isla should be off-limits. Too young, too sweet, too his. He should resist the way she looks at him, the way she bends for him, the way she aches for him when no one’s watching. But behind closed doors, when his wife is asleep upstairs, he takes what he wants. Hard. Deep. Without remorse. Their affair is reckless. Twisted. A secret that could destroy everything. But Isla doesn’t care. And neither does he.

"Fuck you, Richard. I'm leaving." Claire's vision blurred. ‘Children? Pregnant?’ She pushed through the servants and grabbed Mary by the collar, shoving Richard aside. "What is she talking about?" Claire yelled hysterically "Mary. What did you just say?" Mary smoothed her uniform and lifted her chin. "Since you know now," she said, "I might as well come clean." “Mary!” Richard warned. Mary ignored him. "Your dear husband has been having an affair. For years." She watched Claire's face crumble with satisfaction

A second later, his face went completely white, his eyes wide with shock as he stepped forward and held the tablet out so both Darien and I could see it. My heart dropped straight into my stomach as my eyes scanned the bold, massive text plastered across the screen: THE MARIEL DECEIT: EXCLUSIVE SOURCES CLAIM NILAH MARIEL WAS INVOLVED IN A SECRET AFFAIR WITH DARIEN CASTELLANO MONTHS BEFORE HER DIVORCE. MARIEL-CASTELLANO ALLIANCE CALLED A COVER-UP FOR CORPORATE INFIDELITY.

I lay on a lounge chair by an empty pool as two strong men arranged me into different poses. The overwhelming sensations were like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I couldn't help tensing. My back arched and trembled before collapsing again. Before losing consciousness, I thought, "I'm sorry, honey!" … My name was Tracy Sandler, and I'd recently gotten married. When I thought about it, I realized that the first time I came close to having an affair happened under my husband, Chuck Bowden's orchestration.

"He's so thoughtful, isn't he?" Linda sets her bag down and pours herself a glass of water and talks about book club , the book they're doing, someone called Marion who has strong opinions about unreliable narrators, the wine that was unexpectedly good and Zara leans against the sink and listens and feels the specific complexity of a woman who loves her mother and is holding a blanket-shaped piece of evidence that the man her mother just called thoughtful is carrying her in ways that have nothing to do with thoughtfulness and everything to do with something neither of them has named.

Both Cheryl and Carlos were always faithful to every promise they made together, that whatever the reason, they would never forgive the affair. It's not about Carlos' loyalty, it's about Cheryl's loyalty. It's true that Carlos has never had an affair, but last night Cheryl slept with a stranger. She held Rafael in her arms all night even though nothing else happened between them but sleep. So, does Carlos deserve to stick with a woman like Cheryl? "Tell me you're not having an affair, Cheryl!" Carlos walked closer. He reached out to grip Cheryl's chin tightly. “Carlos… it’s hurt.” She said with great difficulty, she tried to free Carlos' hand, but his grip was too strong.

But she stopped talking about him after she found out about his affair with the baker's wife. Are all men unfaithful? I wondered as I locked gazes with Cosimo. He sat in front of me flashing his signature arrogant smirk. With no shame whatsoever, he eyeballed me the whole way to Porto Luce, while keeping his left arm extended on ‘Miss Top Model in Florence's’ shoulders. She was so invested in playing SweetSmash; she didn't even flinch when Cosimo adjusted his pants and re-positioned his penis. I quickly glanced away, but I could not unsee his swollen groin area.