Best Books About Affairs Novels & Stories

"I see now. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to stall me so I can't go to Yasmine. Ha! I never thought you'd play hard to get. However, that won't work on me." Seeing him like this, I felt an unexpected sense of relief that I realized the importance of cutting losses in time. After he was done scolding me, I got off the car. As I watched his car speed away, I let out a deep sigh and went back to work. Back in the office, I continued coding when a cup of coffee was placed beside my hand. "What's wrong? Did you and your husband have an argument?" Shawn Jacobi, my friend from college, had joined the company after graduation. We used to talk about everything. However, we g

I was given an explanation by Fannie. "Let's put it in your position: if you saw your fiance kissing someone else... Would you continue with your marriage?" It was Fannie's question that caused me to pause for a few seconds. Should I still go through with the wedding even though I caught my future husband kissing another woman? Of course not! That is an unfair advantage. To me, it makes perfect sense. "Shut you up?" Fannie asked. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't continue with the wedding..."

In the whole year that we have dated, I have never once cheated on him. After he was out of sight, I went inside my apartment and slammed my door shut. I sat my purse on the couch before I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. Why was he always acting like this? I have never done anything that warranted the right for him to be suspicious of me. I may be guilty of still being in love with Wren, but I was never going to act on that. Besides, Wren made it clear about how he felt about me a long time ago. Or rather, what he didn’t feel about me.

He had been reading this situation for months. He knew, with the particular clarity that arrived when a person stopped lying to themselves about something, that what he felt for Zara Cole was not going to resolve into nothing. He had told himself for long enough that it might. That the situation would find its own equilibrium if he managed it carefully enough. That the feelings would become manageable and the house would return to something like what it had been before the rehearsal dinner. None of that had happened.

“What do you mean, Mari? Fia is dating?!” “I…” I tried to speak, but Mom jumped in before I could. “That’s why I’m asking her, Henry. She’s at that age, and she’s been acting different. Look at the books she’s been reading.” Please. Someone is burying me right now. My face was burning. I sank lower in my seat and covered my face with both hands, wishing I could disappear. Judging by the look on my parents’ faces, this was going to become a full-on argument.

I like that I had someone to call DAD. “I have news, my girl,” he said, sitting on the bed beside me. My eyes lit up, and I watched him, waiting. “I found the connection you were looking for,” he said, and I nodded enthusiastically. “It seems affairs are quite rife here.” he shook his head, and those words startled me even though I tried to maintain a calm composure. The kiss I had shared with Blaine could not be considered an affair, right? We were both in the process of getting a divorce from our spouses.

Mark directed Leia's gaze to the file in her hand and tapped on a particular picture. "I have a client I want to keep tabs on, unfortunately, he keeps his guard up, during my digging I found out he's into anything that wears a skirt, so you came into mind," he finally broke the news to her. "Excuse me?" Her smile dropped instantly as she heard the reason she was called. She froze, not sure what she should feel, but she was certain this man had no feelings for her. "I would like for you to watch this man for me, and report everything he does. I received word that he owns a casino and a book store which he set up for his late wife, you'll work at the bookstore because I hear feelings grow ther

My name was Julie Carr. I had perfect curves and soft, pale skin, and I was right at the age when a woman's beauty felt effortless and alive. And yet, a woman like me somehow ended up married to the wrong man. My husband, Colin Carr, is skinny, weak, and completely useless where it mattered most. We had been married for almost two years, and I had never once experienced what people called the joy of being a woman. Today was the breaking point. Natalie Turner, my best friend, sent me another nude photo of her husband, Scott Turner, proudly showing him off like she always did.

I don’t want her to think that’s how I misbehave with my staff. I had never felt this way about a woman since Alisha had betrayed me. I had become closed off, unwilling to let anyone close to me. I had become jaded, convinced that women were all the same. But now, Amelia has found a way to break through my defenses. Her presence made me feel alive again, yet it was also driving me crazy. I couldn't stop thinking about her, no matter how hard I tried. She was constantly on my mind, like a ghost haunting my thoughts. I didn't know what to do, or how to make it stop.

“Close enough. I’m in some high-tech fortress, Nate. It’s like living in a sci-fi movie, except the robots are hot and annoying.” “Hot, huh?” His grin was practically audible. “Spill, Sinclair. What’s the tea?” I leaned back, letting his voice pull me into our old rhythm. “God, where do I start? You remember Professor Hargrove, the one with the tweed obsession? Rumor is he got caught banging a grad student in the lecture hall. Like, full-on scandal, campus is losing it.” Nate whistled. “No way. Hargrove? That dude looks like he irons his socks. Who’s the grad student?”