Galapagos Affair Book Novels & Stories

Both Cheryl and Carlos were always faithful to every promise they made together, that whatever the reason, they would never forgive the affair. It's not about Carlos' loyalty, it's about Cheryl's loyalty. It's true that Carlos has never had an affair, but last night Cheryl slept with a stranger. She held Rafael in her arms all night even though nothing else happened between them but sleep. So, does Carlos deserve to stick with a woman like Cheryl? "Tell me you're not having an affair, Cheryl!" Carlos walked closer. He reached out to grip Cheryl's chin tightly. “Carlos… it’s hurt.” She said with great difficulty, she tried to free Carlos' hand, but his grip was too strong.

She believed we had taken what was hers. Because of that, she was extremely jealous of me. Scott had originally had feelings for me. Natalie found out and made sure he chose her instead. Later, she went after Colin for the same reason. Anything that belonged to me, she wanted to take. When she said it, everything finally made sense. I had always wondered how she could even look twice at Colin, that weak man. I let out a quiet sigh, unsure what I was even supposed to say. At least now, I finally knew the truth. Looks like the affair backfired, hard.

Damn it, he saw everything. I wished I could vanish into the ground. I strained backward, but his broad palm pressed firmly against my hips, leaving me no room to pull away. His fingers slid downward, easing the fabric away. I was laid bare before his eyes. My father-in-law gulped, a low murmur of appreciation escaping his lips. "So tender… I've never seen such a delicate pink." I stifled a moan that threatened to break free, tension coiling within me as I instinctively clenched my thighs together. But his hands pried them firmly apart, leaving nothing to his imagination.

To the ghost of her. And then, one night, he opened her sketchbook. Inside were pages of him—not as the world saw him, but as she saw him. Gentle, unguarded. Sleeping. Laughing. Staring out at the city like he was lost in thought. Looking at her like she was everything. He flipped page after page until emotion crashed over him, too heavy to hold back. And for the first time in years, Damien Sterling wept. In Paris, Ava stood silently at her exhibition, gazing at a painting she hadn’t meant to display.

It was then the hospital director realized there was no containing the situation and stopped the department head, who looked as if he were about to intervene. “Clearly, things have gotten out of hand. Perhaps it’s best to clear up any misunderstandings here and now,” the director said, turning toward me. Taking a steadying breath, I fought to stay calm. “Emily, I don’t know where this affair accusation came from, but I’m married. I have never interfered in anyone else’s marriage.” “Oh, so you’re going to deny it?” Emily sneered. “Well, today, I’m going to expose your true colors!”

The Vanessa she knew should have been deep in her slumber by this time of the night but tonight was a different case. The story did not seem to move her in any way that it should but that did not stop Camilla from going further. She continuously read through the chapters of the storybook, hoping Vanessa would let go of whatever was causing her discomfort and finally sleep. Things were a little heated right now and Vanessa should not be involved in it. "God! Just when I was enjoying some peace, this lady had to come from nowhere to spoil it all" Camilla groaned on the inside to herself.

I became angry and speechless at the same time. "Ma'am, is everything alright?" Johnson and Agnes asked as they saw my countenance change while reading the letter. "Take a look at this Agnes, what can I call this?" I handed the letter over to Agnes. As she read through the letter, I stood up unsettled, really bothered about the mistake Nathan has made and he is no where to be found. "My God ! Ma'am ..." She stammered, as she's dumfounded on what to say.

And I vividly remember her mentioning that the box was delivered to her at the wrong time. The box had a label that said "From A," and the person who had posted Ava's picture with the love poem was also named A. And now, inside the box, there were underwear, sanitary pads, and some pictures of Ava. There was no doubt that she was having an affair. The question I had was, how long had this been going on? Whoever she was dating had to be in Spain to be able to deliver these items quickly. Did she start going out with the guy as soon as we arrived in Spain, or did she know him way before we came to Spain?

My mind was fragmenting. And something exploded inside me after a brief shudder. There was a whisper that lingered as my eyes closed and a warm embrace that felt comforting. "You're mine, Abbey. Always." >>> The dizziness in my head signaled something very bad. Disaster. Because my head felt like it was going to burst when I was on the verge of consciousness and unconsciousness. My body ached, and the faint throbbing pain between my thighs. Everything felt strange and crazy. Like the wind was blowing directly on my skin.

That was his intention; to relieve some of that thick tension hanging over their heads and get his family talking. “I remember her dedicating the entirety of the week to mourning that rascal animal only to have us devour it the next day.” Leonardo, the first of the Martinez said, and another round of laughter filled the dining hall. To everyone’s surprise, the man at the head of the table spoke, “I have got to say, the pig tasted divine.” That did it. The whole room burst out in laughter, including the self-indulgent Veronica Flores Martinez.