Esposa Infiel Novels & Stories

“No, this is a lie, Suz. Are you lying? What do you mean you’re pregnant? You used to say that I was the one you loved the most, that I was the only love of your life! How could you fall for another man?” I indeed used to tell him that. For years, I genuinely believed we would grow old together. That was, until Joanna got between us. I ignored him and turned to face Flynn with a smile. We kissed each other lovingly while Harry sputtered in utter rage. I said to him, “This is my husband, Flynn.” Harry shook his head incredulously. Then, he rushed toward me and tried to grab my hand. However, Flynn kicked him away before holding me carefully and protectively in his arms.

A second later, his face went completely white, his eyes wide with shock as he stepped forward and held the tablet out so both Darien and I could see it. My heart dropped straight into my stomach as my eyes scanned the bold, massive text plastered across the screen: THE MARIEL DECEIT: EXCLUSIVE SOURCES CLAIM NILAH MARIEL WAS INVOLVED IN A SECRET AFFAIR WITH DARIEN CASTELLANO MONTHS BEFORE HER DIVORCE. MARIEL-CASTELLANO ALLIANCE CALLED A COVER-UP FOR CORPORATE INFIDELITY.

I raised an eyebrow. “Pregnancy?” “Yes.” Adrian’s jaw clenched. “She was pregnant. But it’s over now.” He looked at me as if he had brought me good news. “There’s nothing between us anymore, Vivienne. Nothing standing in our way.” I looked at him and felt only disgust. To win me back, he was willing to speak about a pregnancy and his own child as though it were nothing more than a problem he had solved.

She paused when she saw me, then glanced at the television. “What’s happening?” she asked. I lifted a finger, signaling for silence, my attention locked on the screen. “We have received credible reports that Silvia Romano’s infertility is not the result of infidelity, as many previously believed,” Claudio continued. “Instead, it appears to stem from her time in an abusive relationship with a former mate. Sources claim she was subjected to circumstances that ultimately led to her inability to conceive.” The room seemed to still. Caterina’s face paled slightly. “Do you think that’s true?”

"This is no longer about money. My position is clear. I cannot tolerate my wife maintaining improper relationships with others. Even if there was no physical infidelity, even if it was only emotional, I cannot accept it. "During our marriage, I repeatedly expressed my objections, yet Isabella made no changes. Even when I was lying in a hospital bed, on the brink of death, she ignored my condition and accompanied someone else in the next room. That is something I cannot tolerate."

And he was wearing a matching bathrobe to the one she was wearing. “Let’s get a few things straight while we’re still calm,” he murmured, bringing his dark head low enough that his breath brushed her cheek. “Maribel isn’t my mistress.” With her head dipped, Electa responded with an inelegant sniff. “Her baby isn’t my baby. She doesn’t live in my apartment. She lives in the one below, with the man she married several months ago. He is her baby’s father. He’s from Spain, very rich, quite old, and just out of a nasty divorce in Madrid in which Maribel was cited as the adulterous cause… hence their swift move here, away from the hostile backlash.”

“Is this why you were at the Capitol? You have a son for the Prince?” My eyes widened at the outrageous accusation. “What did you just say?” Sophia burst outaigjing but Valfred didn't find it funny. Felix gained more audacity. “You were cheating on me. All those times that we were married, you cheated on me with the Prince or else, how else would you explain getting pregnant and having a child just months after our divorce?” It was one thing to accuse me of infidelity but it was also another thing to accuse me of infidelity when you were the one who went ahead and brought another woman into our marriage..

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

I had barely sat down at my desk when the influencer who called herself Sweetheart recognized me. She tossed a stack of files onto my desk. “Go get me a coffee.” I stared at her in silence. Her name was Tessa Quinn, and she looked uncannily like me. She was exactly Eugene’s type. Could my husband, the man who claimed to love me so deeply, really be keeping a mistress at the office behind my back? I didn’t want to alert her. Even if I was going to divorce him, I needed to gather evidence first.

"It must have been so exhausting pretending for so long." "Sit down Cassandra. Now!!" Elena my mother in law ordered. "No Mother. She's right I am tired of pretending." Cassandra said as she looked me in eyes "I hate you. You don't deserve my brother. He might not know that yet but I do." Casandra said and stomped out of the room. The air in the dinning room suddenly felt too thick for anyone breathe in. "I'm terribly sorry. She's really tired. It's been a long week. So please kindly pardon her behaviour." Dayan. Casandra's husband said apologetically. "Please excuse me" He said and left the dinning room.