Affair To Remember Novels & Stories

Did she remember something? He couldn’t remember them ever talking about going this way, but at the end of the day, a marriage certificate was just a piece of paper. Maybe Elvie had been living with someone who’d let her down in that way when she left him five years ago? "Not that it’s any of your business, but for the record, I did not have an affair," he said tightly. Colour stained her cheeks. "I apologise." Good, he thought to himself, at least she knows where to land her card on the table.

I nudged her gently and led her away. As we left the building, Ariana turned to me, her voice barely above a whisper. "Rob, who are they? I know them, but I can't remember how." I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. But I knew I had to tell her the truth. "Emily and I...we had an affair, Ariana. But it was a long time ago, and it meant nothing."

"Then you need to present proof that I am having an affair in the hotel. Did you forget, you said that I and another man went into the hotel together, if you can't prove it, you'll become my toy. Finn, I didn't expect your memory to be this bad, what a pity." Finn was startled, he didn't expect Sarah to remember those things. He forgot all that and he didn't expect Sarah to still remember, Finn didn't say anything. He was silent, he could not refute it. After Sarah finished with Finn's problem, she turned to look at Millianna. Although Millianna was a bit alarmed when Sarah's cold gaze looked straight into her face. But she still kept her composure. Sarah looked at Millianna, she said. "As f

I tried so hard remembering what's the event for today when I felt someone hugging me from the back. Hunter was helping the kids so Hugo was probably behind me. He kissed me on the cheeks while his hand was secretly cupping my butt cheeks behind me. "It's our anniversary, princess. The day when you accepted me and my brother to be fully obsessed with you." He whispered and I suddenly felt guilty when I couldn't remember when was it. I was too happy and contented with what I have now, I was so eager to forget the past, especially those that includes my old family, that I totally forgot about this.

he said clearing his throat. "So why are you looking at me through the mirror, I can see you, you know that right?" I said raising my brows. "I'm sorry for staring Mrs Martinez" he apologized. He kept his eyes on the road this time and I tool the time to checked him out. He's very muscular and handsome. Latoya you are married remember that and you can't have an affair, your husband will kill you. He's a jealous and very ignorant Mexican so be careful what you're thinking. My inner self blurt out at me which slapped me to my senses and I stop staring. Carlos would definitely kill me if I cheat on him.

I remembered the way Gael looked at me, the way he promised to love and cherish me for the rest of our lives. But as the memories played out in my mind, they began to take a darker turn. I remembered the day Kaye came into our lives, the way Gael's eyes lit up when he looked at her. I remembered the way Kaye insinuated herself into our marriage, the way she manipulated Gael and played on his weaknesses. I remembered the way Gael began to change, the way he became distant and cold. And I remembered the day I found out about Gael's affair with Kaye, the way my world came crashing down around me. I remembered the pain and the anger, the way I felt like I was drowning in my own tears.

That night, back in our room, as I slipped out of my heels and loosened the zip on my dress, her words echoed like a challenge in my chest. “Make him want you. Make him think someone else does too.” This was a marriage deal. There was no place that said I couldn't have affairs outside my marriage with Linden. I could stir this up. But what do I stand to gain by making Linden jealous? I stood by the window, watching the Eiffel Tower glitter. My reflection stared back. My heart beat against my ribs like it wanted to be out. “Then make yourself matter.” I whispered. I turned from the window. My hand curled around my phone. A message stared back from a contact I hadn’t replied to.

The one who didn't remember. I realized I was in an impossible situation. The person who owed me answers about the alleged affair was my husband, but this version of him genuinely didn't remember anything about it. And even if he did remember, would I want to burden him with questions about infidelity while he was still recovering from amnesia? But I also couldn't let Sophia continue to play games with me. Yesterday's attack had put everything into perspective. Life was fragile, precious, and too short to spend it second-guessing my marriage based on the words of a woman who clearly had her own agenda.

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.

002 AUGUST The sun was harsh. It bled through the curtains, stinging my eyelids and piercing my skull. My lips were swollen, my thighs were sore in the worst and best way. The sheet reeked of sex, sweat, whiskey, and expensive cologne that didn't belong to me. Nightshade’s cologne. I groaned, rolling over dragging the sheets with me. The memories of last night hit me like a bomb. We went round after round, until I cried and passed out.