Novel & Cerita Can Married Man Love Another Woman

“Its just shocking to hear about your engagement to Vanessa who just returned to the country a few days ago. There’s never been rumors of the two of you but there has certainly been rumors of you and another woman you used to love.” I almost smiled. The truth was that Drey never loved me. Never gave himself the chance to. I kept giving and he kept pulling further away. Our marriage was never just ours. Now that I thought about it, I realized she was always there. He refused to let her go while I suffered silently because the man I loved, the man I was married to loved someone else and not me. Tears filled my eyes but I rubbed them away. I was tired if crying. Tired of chasing after a man th

she said with a grin that was half push, half command. Aria sighed, turned to Lucas, and walked a few steps away. “What is it, Lucas?” she asked flatly. He frowned. “Didn’t you see the text I sent you?” She folded her arms. “Yes. I just didn’t think replying to late-night messages from an ex-boyfriend was part of my married-woman duties.” “Married woman,” he scoffed. “Aria, you and I both know that marriage is nothing but a business alliance. You don’t love him. You can’t.”

I told Lee I loved him and that I would marry him and have his babies. That would be no problem if I hadn't promised Grayson the exact same thing. Add that to the fact that Grayson wanted me to stop seeing Lee and I had myself a full fledged disaster. I was now officially in love with two men and not willing to let either of them go. "What are you thinking about?" Lee whispered, kissing my neck. "Me fucking your brains out?" "No...which countries allow you to have more than one husband."

"Or how rough he can fuck. Do you think his cock is just as big as he is?" “Girl, snap out of it," the second girl chided her friend. "The man is married. You don’t stand a chance with him. No one does.” Wait what?? He’s married!? Does his wife know her man picks up heartbroken girls at clubs and fucks them raw till they scream? She remembered his hot tongue flat against her swollen clit, circling slow and torturous, then sucking hard with growls vibrating straight to her bones. God, why does he have to be married? This makes it much more complicated.

Even if I did, the two men that I loved would never agree with it. The fact was that no matter how I felt about Killian, I was a married woman whose husband had reunited with after suffering a separation that neither of us wanted. Since my basic nature is to be monogamous and I’ve always taken pride and great pains in honoring my word, my husband’s return was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow even if I didn’t actually love him. Of course, I did love him. Being faithful should have come easy, but it didn’t.

"You have to change that notion. Marriage is a gift of God to humanity. This means that it should be enjoyed. Not the other way round." "But how can I work things out on my own? Marriage is not one sided. Ever since I stepped foot here, everyone has asked me to give Manuel a chance. But he clearly doesn't even care." "You may think he doesn't, but he does." She gave a warm smile. "Wow!" I smiled dryly. "He surely does. Meanwhile, he is currently away from home and in the arms of another woman." "Says who?" "Says him!" I yelled out, unable to hold in the pain and disappointment in anymore.

Unfortunately it wasn't for me. Even after a leap of two years, my heart didn't want to love again. Not to anyone as it still beats for Christian Dikson which was silly on my part. He was a happily married man and it was a sin to be attracted to a married man despite myself also being married. If you ask me I didn't sign up for this marriage but had no choice as I was soon turning into a burden for my parents especially after I ended things with Christian over the phone when he was with his family in Mississippi.

The man who could show warmth and desire to a stranger yet only coldness to his wife. There was no escape from the truth. I was married to a man who would never love me. Who would never even try to love me. And I was flying toward a beautiful prison where I would spend the next weeks pretending that everything was fine.

He wasn’t just a body to admire tonight, he was a man with stories on his shoulders and secrets in his jawline. “You’ve never been married,” I said. He smiled, not surprised by the question that I framed as an offhanded statement. “No. I’ve fucked married women, though.” “More than one?” “Only one that matters now.” I paused mid-bite. My stomach flipped. “And she’s married to a man who doesn’t see her anymore,” he added quietly. The silence stretched, dangerously intimate and then he reached across the table and ran a thumb along the edge of my lip.