Affair Stories Novels & Stories

His gray eyes hold me. “Tell me what's happening to you, Dom.” Dominique releases me abruptly. “You're really willing to spoil my birthday, aren't you?” “I just want to understand what's going on…” “There's nothing to understand, Kiara.” “Oh, no? I want an explanation for all your behavior.” He runs a hand through his blond hair, huffing, clearly annoyed. “I had an affair in the past. My family got involved, fucked things up and I should have done more, but I didn't”, he speaks seriously, seeming to remember something.

Something that acknowledged all the reasons that answer was a problem. Instead I said "okay" and he said "okay" and we looked at each other across the room and neither of us moved and the silence between us was the kind that had stopped being uncomfortable somewhere in the last four days without either of us deciding that was allowed to happen. My phone buzzed. I looked at it. A news alert. The affair story had been picked up by two more outlets overnight. A gossip site had published a timeline, fabricated and completely convincing, of how long Damien and I had supposedly been seeing each other.

One of the diners beside Natali's table spoke quietly. "Which one?" Her friend asked, making the first woman to discuss and point at Luliyah secretly. "Eh! That's the woman in the newspaper because of the affair. The one who had an affair with Kelvin Williams!" The diner spoke again. At the table, five girls with fashionable styles were chatting. Of course, these young women really liked to gossip, especially if it was related to a rich handsome man. Seeing Luliyah's presence gave them a hot topic and they were excited to discuss it.

"What a strange guy! She didn't want to touch her stomach again, for fear, that she might just begin to get too emotional. She has been doing that since she woke up from her unconscious state. She wanted to do something different, so she went online, and could see the comment online. Netizens always have a way of giving opinions that no one asked for. They would always act as the high and low judge in cases like this, and there will always be someone to blame. They were calling her all sort of names. Her affair had gone viral. When she was living her life, as lowly prostitute, no one saw her, no one thought she was suffering too much, but just when she hit the jackpot by dating a really weal

I didn’t catch on until he started wincing, but as soon as I realized it, I put the kibosh on any card games relying on speed. Mostly it was our talks that I remember. I laughed out loud at his stories about crazy shenanigans – like starting a bachelor party for one of his good friends in New York City, then waking up in Rome with only a hazy recollection of how he got there. (I’m sure there were women involved, but he judiciously edited that part out.) I almost cried about some of the things he’d seen on trips to Africa and India on behalf of the charities he helped. And I sat transfixed as he told me more about his childhood, from all the amazing experiences he’d had, to the thoughtless cr

"Personal usually performs better anyway. People click faster on marriages than mergers." "My wife." Rhett kept his voice level. Professional. The voice he used for transactions. "I need a narrative. Unstable. Difficult. History of erratic behavior. The affair angle if you can make it stick — she's been spending time with a younger man, that part is real enough, I just need it framed correctly." "What's the timeline?" "One week. I want it ready to release within the week." "I'll need material. Photos, messages, anything with context I can work with."

There must be a story Noella was hiding because Uncle Martin said something that made me curious. "Alright, you can start the story with me. I'll listen carefully. I hope you won't cover up any of those stories." Once she was ready to be a listener, Noella adjusted her position to be comfortable while telling the story of the past. She took a slow breath, then let it out. Noella was so calm and looked ready at the moment. "Darren and I were in a relationship for a year. We even intended to get married. Before I found out he was having an affair—that woman who met us at the family dinner. I promised myself never to remember that horrible incident again. But since you want to know. I'll have t

The CEO of Wine&Vibe is having an affair right in front of his wife. This rumor circulated among peers in businesses, especially those who attended the event last night. It’s not been that long since Jaymee released an article that showcasing the love between Chadwick and Adira. Even youngster, who read the magazine and gave support for the two were so disappointed after they heard the rumor about Chadwick’s affair.

Affairs is a common thing. There were plenty of CEOs who put on a show—perfect husbands in public, wolves in tailored suits behind closed doors. The stories were endless. Men parade their wives on red carpets while they chase after secretaries during business trips. Whether rich or not, so many men seemed to share the same fantasy: a wife at home and mistresses to keep things “exciting” on the side. And yet, despite the rumors about him having a stunning wife, Ajax had never taken the bait. Over the years, there were whispers about people trying to toss women his way at networking dinners and casual business meetups. Still, he always declined—politely but firmly.

By sunrise, my humiliation had become the most talked-about scandal in the country. I didn’t even need to open my phone to know it. The nonstop buzzing on the nightstand told me everything. Messages. Notifications. News alerts. All of them repeating the same story. The moment I finally forced myself to look, my stomach dropped. Headlines filled the screen. **“Runaway Bride Was Having Secret Affair With Billionaire Before Wedding.”** **“Did Amara Cole Betray Her Fiancé First?”**