Esposa Infiel Novels & Stories

He looked at her with obvious eyes that he hoped he wouldn't bother because he would be destroyed. "Is your husband Congressman Joh?" Esteban asked the woman indifferently. The woman frowned because Esteban asked, obviously. "Your husband likes to hook up with rich people because he has lost interest in a husband like you." Everyone was surprised to hear from Esteban. Aurora Chu got even more angry at what Esteban said, she couldn't believe that an ordinary person would say that to her. "Who are you? This woman is my husband's partner!" he shouted. Aling Helya approached Esteban and pulled him.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Felicia held out her phone, a news site open on the screen. The headline screamed from the screen in huge, bold letters: FALCONE DON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRET? CAUGHT IN MONACO WITH MYSTERY MISTRESS! The picture was of Reginald and Felicia on a beach. They were in swimsuits, Felicia leaning against Reginald's chest. They looked like a couple in love. "The media is calling me the 'family mistress'!" Felicia cried harder. "They're saying I ruined your marriage!"

"You must be his wife, I'm Mikaela Esqueza, the mother." She then gave me a gently hug but her facial expression wasn't changing. Even my body's shaking, I did my best not to show how nervous I am right now. "Nice meeting y-you," I stammered. "I'm Irisian Marie Villafuente, uhm, Esqueza. But you can call me Iris for short," I smiled at her. "What family are you from?" she asked, rasing her brow. "You must be very special, my son married you in so much rush." She looked at Mr. Esqueza. "Right, Zachary?"

In the next second, he lunged at Shawn, ready to throw a punch. I reacted quickly, stepping in between them. But suddenly, a sharp sting spread across my cheek. Eanes froze, staring at his hand in shock. "Have you lost your mind, Eanes? Don't judge others with your filthy mind. Not everyone is as disgusting as you. You're a married man, and you dared to publicly announce your relationship with someone else on social media. And you can't take it when I'm just having dinner with a friend? "Besides, let's not pretend you don't know who the 'shameless bastards' are."

“That man is a devil!” Tears flow freely down my cheeks. My chest aches. “He destroyed me, ended the marriage and ruined my reputation.” Eleanor stood abruptly and strode to a wooden drawer beside the television. Her expression was shadowed with bitterness as she walked back to me and spread it on the table. “Look at this,” she said. I leaned forward and my heart sank instantly. I slowly read aloud the headline: “Billionaire’s Wife Pregnant for Another Man — Micheal Ends Marriage Over Infidelity!”

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

Vanessa's eyes redeened, tears streaking down the corners. “Then why does my husband believe I’m infertile?”. She muttered, backing the doctor as she forcefully dried her eyes. With a smack of her fingers she turned to face him again, pointing her index finger. “You know what?,” her jaw tightened. “I want this document printed out and handed to me right now. All of it!” She pressed her lips, driving her hand in her hair. Dr Brighton stood up frantically as he moved briskly to the photocopying machine, his shoulders dropped slightly with nose covered with thick sweat.

"She's not the same naive girl; she has beguiled him!" "How do you know?" he asked, intrigued-Isabella couldn't have changed that much. "Because it's impossible for her to remember Christian and besides, she's a divorced woman!" she explained as if that fact alone disqualified her from being their son's wife. "She was married to Luis Ibáñez and left him after driving him to ruin. Look, I've investigated everything. We cannot allow her to marry Chris!"

My gut twisted as I thought of Charli ending up with the likes of this man. “No, she wasn't. It appeared it was an organic relationship. According to sources, his ex-mistress recently left for Europe to reevaluate her life. Not surprisingly, I can’t locate her. However, I haven’t had much time. "The interesting phenomenon of Infidelity is," she went on, "in my opinion, the reason for its success. Severus Davis didn't contact Infidelity for himself. Marisa Davis did." My eyes narrowed. "Is that his wife? Tell me, Deloris, don't you think that's a bit fucked up?"