Novel & Cerita Husband's Lover

Once she was lying on the thick rug in front of the fire, he opened her robe and pounced. The flickering flames cast their shadows on the far wall as he teased her and tasted her before he filled her. The pace was slow and languid, their bodies relaxed, floating in the feelings of just being one. Reaching the peak was both exhilarating and deeply peaceful, an understood and expected bliss between them, and she sighed with pleasure, fulfilled. As they lay together afterward, her head on his chest, Pete murmured, “Shannon.” “Hm?” “Marry me.”

"What a bunch of lies you filled my husband's head with, Maritza. I can't believe you’re so vile. You care about nothing but your supposed happiness. But in the end, it didn’t help you at all. All this time, you took care of a man who feels absolutely nothing for you." "You’re wrong, he loves me." She replies confidently, making me burst into loud laughter that echoes throughout the place. "Do you really believe that? Well, let me tell you that for months now, my husband has fallen in love with me again." I see her face full of confusion at what I just told her. "So much so that now I am the lover of my own husband." I smile broadly at her angry face. "What do you mean, for months? What does

“I hate my husband! He was cheating on me with Gianna before we were married. They were lovers back then, but he failed to bring it up when he pursued me. “Of course, Gianna wasn’t the only one. He has a ton of them back in our country. “We were still married when he consistently slept with his many different lovers. At first, I couldn’t take it because I used to love him! “However, I stopped loving him when I saw his true colors. An unfaithful man doesn’t deserve to be loved! “Gianna, his mistress, kidnapped and came very close to killing my son, but he still went to see her, despite knowing what happened. That’s when I started to hate him! “I stabbed him in his heart when we were having se

He said coaxingly as if it was going to work on me. My husband loved me more than anyone in this world ever would. If I couldn't be his, why does this idiot think I will settle down with him? I don't want love or loyalty. The only L words I want in my life are luxury and lots of money. I don't want Hunter for love. Again, it's for another L word, which is Lust. I lust after him. He has a great body with a lot of money and I won't settle down for any less.

"You will always be the best Kijani,' she seductively rubbed her thighs in front of me and he just smiled and winked at her. ***** What in the living world is he talking about, is he drunk or something? If this man here was really going to be Lourve's husband, for instance, that means the universe is really more ridiculous than I thought. I've always disliked him, so disgusting, dirty, stinky and he doesn't know how to take a bath properly, he claims to be a man that has many wives, I wonder how those women cope with someone like him, trust me, those women will surely have someone behind his back banging their asshole. I'm not surprised if one of his generals is sleeping with all of his wive

I stopped pacing and snatched the phone up again, my fingers trembling as I scrolled. There it was. Again. According to the article, I’d been unfaithful multiple times. According to Xavier’s very polished, very curated “truth,” Damian Reeves wasn’t a mistake, or a lapse in judgment, or even a rebound. He was my longtime secret lover. My vision blurred with fury. I wanted to scream. To throw the phone across the room and watch it shatter. Instead, I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to breathe through the heat rising behind my eyes.

His eyes—the same ones that had once looked at my husband with love and now locked onto me with an unsettling intensity—felt like a ghost from my past, one I never wanted to face again. Noel. My husband's lover. His first love. The one he cheated with.

She was glad she decided to speak to him rather than retire to her bed, alone and with more questions. There was no mistress. She was the only one. His wife, his lover. Unable to stop herself, Beth stole a glance at him and found he had his eyes closed, his chest remained heaving but not as intensely. He was relaxed and she yearned to touch him. Was he asleep? Her husband. Her lover. He was the man her heart now yearned for, the one she would always love. But he would never know of her love for him, and he may never love her in return. Her joy reduced. She clutched the blanket and with a deep exhale, returned her eyes to the ceiling, her smile fading.

“Was he your previous lover?” Lover? It was I who only loved my ex-husband. He never did that to me. “Lover is such a serious word. But yes. He was once my husband. Ex-husband, to be specific. We already signed the divorce paper. He was the one who wanted to divorce me.” Hawk flinched. “Even after he knew about your son.” I threw my gaze at the window. Tall buildings welcomed my sight, and then I shifted my gaze back at Hawk.

Nala Age: 26 I look down at the man kneeling before me. As whispers ring out around us, I can't help but feel embarrassed by it all. "Stand up, Mr. Winters. You're making everyone uncomfortable." As my ex-husband looks up, I see desperate tears in his eyes. "Nala, please... give me another chance. I know I've wronged you this whole time, so please... let me make this up to you." I clench my fists as I watch this pitiful man. Once upon a time, I would have taken him back. Even now, I love him with all my heart. It's something I can't help. However, I can't get weak now. I'm not alone anymore.