Affair Novels & Stories

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.”

Her head snapped up. “The board?” she echoed weakly. He nodded. “Given the scale of the exposure and the reputational impact on Miss Aurelia,” he said, “it was determined that the clause within your adoption agreement had been violated.” Her heart slammed violently against her ribs. “No—no, that’s not—” “You engaged in an affair,” he stated plainly, leaving no room for interpretation, “with the fiancé of Miss Aurelia.” Each word felt like a nail being driven in. “And whether or not Miss Aurelia chose to act on it personally is irrelevant,” he added. “The damage—”

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.

I was too stunned to speak. Even Aaron lost his usual playful smirk at such an absurd question. “I’m sorry,” he cleared his throat. “What do you mean?” “Has the meaning of the word affair changed now?” Kian laughed. “Let me ask you again. I don’t like to repeat myself so make sure you listen with your brain ready to comprehend. Are you having an affair with my mate?” “Kian Zephyr, what the fuck is this – what the fuck are you saying!?” I shouted.

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.

Nicholas spat repugnant words in a perplexed demeanor. "If she is not so cheap then explain why she was in bed with someone else's husband?" Ophelia shot back, she stood to her feet like a raging bull and raised her voice over the roof. "Braden of course, he is the main cause of all this, he must have forced or cajoled innocent Camilla into it" Nicholas accused Braden nauseatingly. A deep surge of animosity for Braden surrounded his heart. Braden had just made things way worse for their friendship unknowingly, seeing Braden too close to Camilla doubled the distance and the unobserved rancor growing between both of them.