Affair To Remember Novels & Stories

What more could she ask for? However, on the second anniversary of her marriage, Marcus unexpectedly re-entered her life. Despite her vow to sever ties with him, his presence at her anniversary celebration stirred emotions she believed had long been buried. A single glance into his eyes reignited the flames of their past love, and that night, she succumbed to temptation, initiating an affair that would continue from that moment forward.

it was me? The memory of that night burned in my mind. I hadn’t meant to end up there, it wasn’t deliberate. And I hadn’t known he wasn’t single. I would never have an affair with another lady's man. It was beneath me. But now... now it felt like a ticking time bomb. If I said anything, would it shatter whatever fragile thing they had? Would it even matter to him, or would I just be meddling in something I didn’t understand? A sharp ache pulsed behind my temples, and I pressed my fingers to my forehead, willing the headache away.

It was then the hospital director realized there was no containing the situation and stopped the department head, who looked as if he were about to intervene. “Clearly, things have gotten out of hand. Perhaps it’s best to clear up any misunderstandings here and now,” the director said, turning toward me. Taking a steadying breath, I fought to stay calm. “Emily, I don’t know where this affair accusation came from, but I’m married. I have never interfered in anyone else’s marriage.” “Oh, so you’re going to deny it?” Emily sneered. “Well, today, I’m going to expose your true colors!”

Maybe as a consolation for cheating. All the time when I had been working my ass off for his company and spending all my free time with Becky, they had been having an affair. I took in a shaky breath as I tried to control my hand that had been tapping my lap. I always did this whenever I was angry. “Lyla,. I am talking to you,” my husband said, interrupting my thought. I turned to Becky. “How come you can’t remember the man you had a one-night stand with?” I asked her, ignoring my husband.

I lay on a lounge chair by an empty pool as two strong men arranged me into different poses. The overwhelming sensations were like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I couldn't help tensing. My back arched and trembled before collapsing again. Before losing consciousness, I thought, "I'm sorry, honey!" … My name was Tracy Sandler, and I'd recently gotten married. When I thought about it, I realized that the first time I came close to having an affair happened under my husband, Chuck Bowden's orchestration.

“It’s such a touching story. Now that her son’s all grown up, she’s finally made it.” As the crowd praised me, the reporters snapped photo after photo, documenting my journey as an inspiring businesswoman. However, just as I announced the start of the ceremony, a commotion broke out near the entrance. The crowd parted, creating a path for someone to walk through. Gasps filled the room as everyone stared in disbelief. “Wait a minute! Isn’t that Claire’s dead husband, Nathan?” “And why is her cousin sister Amelia with him? What’s going on between those two?”

Nana said, "Will loves Maria. I know what the news is saying, but come on. He's just not the man that they are painting him to be." "Maybe not," Papa responded, a little anger coming out in his voice, "but they keep saying that he had some kind of affair. If he did that then maybe we don't know him. Maybe we never knew him." I'm sure Nana was about to object, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was angrier than I ever remembered being, and it gave me courage. I knew what affair meant. It meant that dad didn't love mom anymore and that he was sleeping with someone else. I didn't understand sex yet, not really, but I knew that affairs were Bad and Dirty and that people who had them killed their

He has to be high on some shit, I'm sure. "That's not my problem." "But it is my child." The words landed flat and certain, like he believed saying them made them true. "Is it?" I said. He blinked. "Because I remember a livestream," I continued, my voice was steady even though my chest was not. "I remember you standing in front of cameras and reporters and our entire families and calling this baby the result of my affair. I remember you saying I cheated. I remember you marrying my sister the very same morning."

He kisses her three days later. They are on the terrace after midnight, the rest of the retreat long in bed, the summer dark warm and full of insects and the smell of cut grass. She has been watching his mouth for approximately forty minutes. When she turns to say something he is already leaning toward her and the kiss , the kiss is unhurried in a way that undoes her completely. Like a man who has decided and is in absolutely no rush now that he has. She forgets what she was going to say. She forgets several other things. * * *

‘I do not want you. ‘Strange,’ he barely hesitates as he leans back enough. His grip tightens on my hand, crushing my fingers and I glare at him, forced to meet his gaze once and for all. ‘I remember…’ he murmurs as we move. I’m painfully aware of all the places our bodies brush in the lightest. His legs against mine, his hips, against my belly, my chest breasts rising and falling against the sweetheart neckline that feels far too tight. I refuse to take the bait and ask what he remembers. We both know what he’s talking about. Our secret love affair.