Husband's Lover Novels & Stories

“I hired the carriage myself. No one saw. He’s living under another name. They think he’s a healer.” “You rented him a house?” she asked, eyes going wide, voice catching. “Here in Mournhowl?” I nodded. “It’s a cottage outside the village. There’s a field and some chickens. He’s not bothering anyone.” She paced back, hands clenched, jaw locked. “You brought your lover into your husband's territory, right under his nose? You’re insane. Absolutely reckless.” “I love him,” I said. “That hasn’t changed.” She stopped pacing. “You’re married.”

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.

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.

Fleur's said while looking at the stars above them. "I will take you here whenever you wanted, If you want I will marry you here," Memphis said and turn aside to look at her, Fleur do the same then he kissed her forehead. "Really? I would love to marry you under the stars," She smiled genuinely. "Yes, I will do everything to marry you here!" He smiled back. "I Love You, Love" She said. "I Love You More, Love" He answered and they looked back at the stars. ****** "That night was the most beautiful night I ever had with you," Bitterly she smiles, "but——— that is also the night that Dad found out that I'm coming out with you," She nodded and tries to hold her tears but it just flows out.

Also, don't forget that the version of me who loved you existed in the past. "I stopped loving you the minute you revealed your plan to keep the child and get rid of me. All I feel for you now is hatred." Just then, a nanny noticed the tense atmosphere between us and immediately hurried upstairs. Bryce was afraid they would make a scene and alert Derrick, so he hurriedly lowered his voice and snarled. "Fine, I'll apologize! Is that what you want? Think carefully, Jessica. You were my girlfriend. You've crossed the line by marrying my father!"

“I didn't even know she moved into your mansion, other women wouldn't allow that. If you truly love her you'll not hurt her.” “I'm not in love with Henrietta anymore.” He disputed calmly, his lips twisted with annoyance. “You can keep telling yourself the same story but it's not true. Your heart knows what it wants... Ask yourself that question. Are you?” He shook his head firmly. “It's Charlene I want.” “Then stop stirring things up. If you want Charlene then you have to make her acknowledge that. Your words aren't enough to convey it, it's the connection you share with her...the bond.” He pointed directly to his chest while he talked.

“Because right now, I’m starting to think everyone I’ve ever loved has been lying to me.” She pressed her bloody hand against her forehead, whispering, “He wasn’t supposed to come back. I thought that line died with him.” My stomach turned. “What line?” Maria met my gaze then, her eyes filled with something like sorrow. “The Voss line. The family your father tried to erase.” I froze. “Erase?” “Colonel Loren Voss wasn’t just my lover,” she said. “He was your father’s enemy. And Damien he’s his son.”

We were planning the best honeymoon together, exploring exotic islands and experiencing new cultures. We really did love each other, with a deep and abiding passion that only grew stronger with each passing day. But now, Owens was gone, taken from me by the cruelty of Cage, who didn't even understand what love was, and had the audacity to think he could replace Owens as my husband even though it was just for the title. He still didn't deserve to be my husband.

So along with lunch, I give myself over to pleasure with my lover. Eduardo is very playful in bed. I’ve discovered that I am too. My husband is very traditional and rarely changes things when it comes to sex. In contrast, my lover is incredibly creative and extremely passionate. I love learning and experimenting with new sexual games with him. He makes me feel younger and freer. He helps me forget that I’m the wife of a doctor who doesn’t love me and cheats on me shamelessly.