Affair Stories Novels & Stories

That afternoon, I got Evan to hand the divorce papers to Zach. I changed the locks at home, too. Then, I went straight to my parents' place to tell them about Zach's situation. I only told them about how Zach had an affair. I did not dare to mention that Zach had killed me once. I was afraid my parents would not be able to take it. Thankfully, my father was still influential. He quickly took back Zach's power and fired all the people Zach had gotten to his side.

“Nella, I didn’t raise you to chase after a man already tied to someone else. Is that what this is? You want to become the other woman? Because I’ve lived that story—I survived it.” Her voice trembled now, even as she tried to keep it together. “Your father had an affair with his secretary. It started just like this—secret gifts, hush-hush phone calls, quiet denials. And you know what it ended in? A destroyed marriage. A broken home. And a man who died full of regret and shame.” “Mom, stop!” I snapped before I could stop myself. “You’re overreacting. You’re turning this into something it’s not.”

“It gets even better.” I grabbed the newspaper and read the next headline—yet another fabricated scandal, written by desperate reporters eager for anything that could add a little shine to their mediocre careers. “Henry Carter: Lauren Becker’s Secret Lover? The Man Who Stole the Wife of Renowned Businessman Ethan Walker. Sources claim that Henry and Lauren were having an affair during her five-year marriage to Ethan and that Becker seduced Carter, ultimately destroying the billionaire’s relationship with Mia Fontaine. At the most anticipated party of the year, guests reported that Lauren clashed with the Fringers sisters out of jealousy over her partner and later confronted Mia Fontaine, eve

Celine retorted, Richard burst Into laughter, and asked, “are you for real, do you serious about these marriage Issues?“ Richard said, “yes, am serious,” Celine said, “Please forget about the story, and lets open another page and created new stories,” Richard says, “exactly what we are starting,” Celine said, and she stood up and locked the door, threw the key under the bed, and say, “let's get started and create many stories and join them with the old stories of our life,” Celine said, “Please, open this door,” Richard said, “both of us will be here till tomorrow morning,” Celine said, and she turned on the television and she search for xxx/ porn channels and she increased the volume, and s

I flipped it open—and froze. Right there, in crisp, mocking print, was a photo of Mason and me outside the building. Mason with that infuriating smirk. Me, mid-rant, hands thrown up like I was scolding him. The headline? Some ridiculous soap-opera nonsense about “SECRET LOVERS CLASHING IN PUBLIC.” The article was worse. Words like “undisclosed affair,” “heated argument,” and “scandal” jumped off the page, each one punching me in the stomach. My hands started to shake. No. No no no no—

“Ohh sh…” Eric almost cursed in surprise. He took a deep breath and brushed his hair with his fingers. “Why did Jane let you watch those stupid dramas?” Eric whispered to himself. He looked back at Eugene and said, “That’s not it.” “Then tell me the meaning of it. Then I will decide again.” “Alright, an ‘affair’ is infidelity within a committed romantic relationship, most commonly considered a type of chea…” Eric remembered that he should have shortened the explanation for Eugene to understand.

They’ve spun a story so convoluted and vile that it reads like some sort of twisted fiction, a desperate attempt to bring us down. The article goes into detail about an alleged affair between Aria and Ethan. There are photographs—photos of them rock climbing, sitting in a car together, eating at restaurants, and laughing at bars. To anyone who doesn’t know the truth, it would look like a romantic relationship. The way they’ve framed these moments is sickening, twisting innocent interactions into something malicious. It doesn’t stop there. My name is dragged into the mess, labeled as the jealous ex-husband who could never get over Aria. They claim that both of us—Aria and I—plotted the crash,

“Where is she?” Lora pointed at where Dementia was, still hitting her head on the wall. Looking at the small fairy, the Sluagh shrugged her shoulders and turn back to Lora. “Well that serves her right my child. What is it that you want her to do that she couldn't?” “I asked her to make someone fall in love with me, but she started telling me different stories.” Lora said eyeing Dee with her eyes. “Lora, my child, Dementia is a weak fairy but don't worry you have me, I will do that for you, all I need is his full name.”

Their first date was terrible, embarrassing but they maintained their stoicism. "What?" "Nothing, it's just that no man has ever touched me before" Betty was closing her legs tightly So gone are those days "OK, we don't have to rush, we have all the time in the world" Dan said "Offcourse we do" Betty stood to go "So soon?" "My mum is coming back home early today, I can't afford a slight chance of her getting there before me, besides we are not married yet" Betty said walking away "Gone are those days mehn" Dan said

The affair had moved into the penthouse now. There was no going back.