Affair Novels & Stories

"I know that. I remember some of it. But Adrian says…" "What does he say?" "That we worked through it." She paused. "That the move was a fresh start." Damien said nothing for a moment, “You found out he was having an affair with his PA last two years” Ava went still, “PA? Last two years?” "Yeah, the affair was multiple times," he continued. "You found out and you left him. You served him divorce papers." She turned her head. Her expression was the particular expression of someone who is hearing a song they know in a language they didn't expect it to be played in, familiar but foreign at the same time.

“Of course. You’re his best friend. He said he’s glad to be coming back home. That way the three of us can be like we used to.” Were my hands shaking? The looked like they were shaking. “I’m excited, too. Especially to meet this girlfriend. I have to admit, I never saw either one of you being committed to one person.” Okay, that was a lie. Wren was definitely the type to commit. West, on the other hand… He pulled into the parking spot and looked at me as if I offended him. “Excuse me, ma’am. What do you call this past year?”

Unfortunately, I needed Raphael's cooperation to make that happen. I made up my mind that no matter how difficult it would be, I would talk to him directly about this. It was better for us to put the past behind us; after all, our passionate affair wasn't supposed to last beyond that one night. I just needed to remind him of the rule of a one-night stand and insist that we keep the past in the past and not let it interfere with our present and future. Going forward, our relationship should be nothing more than that of stepbrother and stepsister, where both of us would do our best for the sake of our parents' happiness. I tried to remain hopeful as I steeled my

Louisa Forbes glanced at the wall clock—almost midnight, and George Capulet still hadn't returned. After ten years together and seven years of secret marriage, this was her first birthday without him. Because he was cheating. On her birthday, he was vacationing abroad with his mistress. Louisa quietly finished the last bite of her birthday cake and stood to clear the table. Just as she finished cleaning up, he returned with a delightful smile. Apparently, his trip had been quite enjoyable. Entering the living room, he spotted Louisa sitting on the sofa and froze momentarily.

Robert’s voice was ice-cold, disappointment bleeding through. Damien’s fists clenched. “It’s not true.” “Then make me understand,” Robert shot back, his voice rising. “Because I see a woman from your past—the one you paid to disappear—now back in our business. And now she’s making headlines. The whole world thinks you’re cheating on your wife.” Damien stood, defiant. “I’m not cheating on Ava. I was surprised by Claire’s return. She’s representing a key firm in the merger. I didn’t invite her in, but she’s proven competent.”

It was the one place where Adrian Volkov, the charming socialite, could still exist. But the real Adrian was a disgrace to his family. My mind, once of logic and calculation, was now a battlefield of conflicting emotions. One minute I was seething with rage at Vasily’s cold dismissal, the way he acted from our shared moment in that bathroom as if it meant nothing. The next, I was a prisoner to the memory of his hands in my hair, his lips on mine, a raw, undeniable hunger that had shaken me to my core.

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.

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.

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 gr

"Stefan Smith, you cheated. So, you won't be getting a single cent from this divorce." I froze at her words. What did she mean I wouldn't get a single cent? Just as I was about to question her, she pulled out her phone. There was a video. It was a video of Hannah and me at the physiotherapy center! Alara had secretly recorded everything. It felt like my heart was caught in my throat. In that instant, I understood what it felt like to be deceived. It was also at that moment that I realized Alara had orchestrated everything. She wanted to capture evidence of my infidelity and take everything from me.