Evidence Of The Affair Novels & Stories

"Because it looks like you're having an affair. It looks like everything I suspected is true. It looks like you've been lying to me all along." "We were reviewing wedding plans," Elara tries. "Kieran was helping me coordinate with his father about using the estate." "At seven pm?" Lucas asks. "For five hours? That's not wedding planning. That's an affair." "We're not having an affair," Elara insists. "You kissed him," Lucas says. He points to the photo. "Right there. In his doorway. At midnight. That's not family. That's not friendship. That's romantic." Elara realizes she can't talk her way out of this. The evidence is right there. Lucas has proof.

He doesn't look happy. "Hmmm….we need to talk." He just says after sighing deeply. "Honey what's wrong?" Claire asks her husband as he looks worried. "What's it?" Claire asks him again as they go to a corner away from the girls. "What did the doctor say? Please tell me, you are keeping me worried." She adds again. "Anita is…is…hmm…I don't know how to say this." Weston keeps sighing as he rubs his face and bit his lower lips over and over again which scares his wife as he touches his arm.

I said calmly, watching him pretend to be busy, even though I knew whatever he was doing could not be more important than me on his clientele list, or what would be the biggest divorce proceeding in the country. Well, beside Blain’s. “My husband is cheating,” I said clearly, and I saw the man wince before the expression disappeared again on his face. He was obviously not on my side. He felt no pity for me, just upset that his boss would make such a mistake. This was made even more obvious when he asked the next question, in what was a deceptively sympathizing voice. “Do you have evidence of this?” “Yes, I do.” I responded, then I smiled calmly. “It does not get better than video evidence, do

He was older than I expected, maybe fifty, with gray threading through his dark hair. "Your husband is careful," he said finally, tapping one of the restaurant photos. "Six months and no one's caught them? He's either very smart or very connected." "Can you find proof?" My coffee had gone cold. I hadn't touched it. "Proof of what, exactly? That he's having an affair?" Andrew looked up. "These photos show proximity, Mrs. Hartley. Not infidelity. Any decent lawyer would argue they're business meetings or grief counseling for Miss Brown."

He conveniently left out the part about his affair. Fortunately, I was prepared for this. In court, I presented the photos and videos I had taken through the window that day, showing him and Dona together. “Your Honor, I have evidence of Jeffery’s infidelity. If this is proven true, wouldn’t he be at fault for the divorce? Am I not entitled to ask for everything?” To my surprise, Jeffery didn’t look the least bit worried. Instead, he smirked and asked me, “Adria, how can you prove the person in those photos and videos is me?”

I threatened coldly, feeling a surge of power coursing through my body. She scoffed, waving me off. "You won't be able to do anything at all. Nobody will know what happened if there's no evidence of an affair," she uttered, smirking slyly as she brandished my phone in her hands like it was a trophy. I couldn't let her delete the only evidence of their affair. My entire body hurt from the pain but I ignored it gathering my strength as I stood up slowly.

She had a haunch from the start, but how could she stop the innocent Margot who’d fallen so deeply in love? But these past few weeks, Linda could tell that Margot was no longer the innocent and good girl she used to know. Her lovely stepdaughter finally spread her wings, slowly, and although it might take some time, Linda knew Margot would soar into the skies. Meanwhile, Margot listened carefully to what Atty. Powell had to say. “Evidence of his affair? Do I need to get photos and videos for that? I know they’re doing it. I even caught them going to the hotel one evening. They couldn’t be just staring at each other in the hotel room, right?”

The grandmother intervened, "Do you have any proof that my daughter had an affair, Thomas? Daisy is a respectable girl! A good girl whom you've praised all along. So, it's impossible for Daisy to have an affair with another man!" "Oh, really!? A respectable girl? A good girl? I've been a fool, blinded by that nonsense all this time! You want proof? My eyes are the proof because I caught her sleeping with another man in a hotel!" "You liar! I didn't do that!" "You're the liar!" "Where's the proof that I slept with another man? Don't make accusations without concrete evidence!" "That child is the proof! It's another man's child! So, before I kill that child, it's better for all of you to leave

She rose on her toes and pressed a tender kiss to his jaw, her eyes crinkling with laughter. They flaunted their intimacy without a shred of shame, as if they were the devoted couple — with no awareness whatsoever that what they were doing was an affair. A chill crept through me, slow and heavy. The diamond on my ring finger caught the light, its brilliance stinging my eyes. But what hurt the most wasn't the photos or the videos. It was the cold, clinical timestamps embedded in each email. The earliest security footage was from two years ago. While my husband was making out with another woman at a bar, I was at home, unconscious from blood loss after a miscarriage.

However, Martha chuckled and said, “Philip Clarke, don’t blame me for not reminding you. You have no choice but to sign this agreement because I have evidence of your adulterous affair! If I bring out the evidence, not only do you have to divorce Wynn, but we’ll also sever all ties with you!” Adulterous affair?! “What evidence?” Philip asked. Martha did not hesitate. She took out a bunch of photos, threw them in front of Philip, and said coldly, “Take a good look. Is this you in these photos?” Philip picked up the photos. Many of them were of him and other women. For instance, there were Nina Jacques, Cynthia Larson, Melody Zander, and Vivi Joo. Furthermore, the angle of the shots made it lo