Married Man Is In Love With Me Novels & Stories

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

He was just acting. My love for him increased day by day and one day we married. I got admission to the best university in my country. I was in the ninth sky. Everything was getting good until a man contacted me. He told me that he knows my husband since childhood. He was a nice guy. He showed me some photographs of my husband sleeping with other women.

"If that's what you think the look of someone in love is, then you're completely wrong. People don't look at someone they love like they have the intent to murder them in their sleep. That's exactly how your master regards me all the time." He didn't say anything for a while. "You won't see it but I see it." His voice was lower now. I could tell he did not take defeat well. "He has a girlfriend. She's the only one he's remotely nice to. Everyone knows this." I wondered why I'd said that. I had no real reason to continue this baseless conversation. "Yet, he decided to marry you and not her." "He married me for a reason that isn't love!" "Then what was it?"

"I was just helping you out." Candy bowed a little. "Thanks." "Your husband isn't here to help?" the man spoke in his deep voice. "How did you..." she blinked in confusion. "The ring on your finger shows you're married. So I was wondering why he had to stress his short wife." "Who are you calling short?" Candy pouted, glaring. The man found it cute. "Just kidding, don't get pissed," he raised his hand in surrender. Candy finally smiled. "I must say, you look pretty."

I rolled my eyes, “But we just met roughly ten minutes ago.” “It isn’t about how long, it is more about how well,” he answered smoothly. “I am a married woman. I thought you might need to remember that,” I replied. “I am a married man too,” he replied readily. “However, the whole world knows that marriage is a bondage. It is meant to keep you bound to one person for your whole life. Of course, there are people like me who wouldn’t let it. I assure you, you can live freely. You can still find love even if you are married.”

He stated calmly, while he passed the white envelope to me. “What isn’t working out, babe? Forget the envelope and talk to me face to face.” I took the envelope from the table in fear and squeezed it into my hands, not minding its contents. I drew my chair closer to him, but he pulled back almost immediately like I was some stinking or irritating shit. “Our marriage.” He paused and stared into my eyes. “I’m not in love with you, Selina. This is torture, you need a man who would treat you with love….”

I stood in the doorway of the small, dim room, my feet frozen to the floor, my heart pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. The man sitting in the worn armchair across from me was a stranger and a ghost all at once. His face was etched with lines I didn't recognize, his hair thin and gray, his hands resting on his knees like he was holding himself together by sheer force of will. But his eyes—his eyes were the same. Warm, tired, full of a love I had spent years convincing myself had never really existed.

Why did they have to do this to me? I smile brighter, placing my hand over Elijah. “Wonderful! Oh that looks lovely! Stay just like this!” Seriously, I didn’t need to be married. I didn’t want to be married. I was happy being single. And now I am here with a man, who hates me, taking couple pictures as if we were happy. How fucked up is this? . TBC

"I've had enough of you. The woman I have always loved is Diana. I will marry no one else." Caroline sat frozen on the floor, her face streaked with tears. "But you were always so good to me. You always helped me with my problems. Whenever I called, you came..." "I said I've had enough of you. Did you not hear me?" Caroline's face was drained of color. At that moment, the man standing before her felt like a stranger. "I only agreed to look after you out of respect for your parents. I never intended to spend my life with you. You repeatedly interfered with me and Diana over trivial things. Because of you, I lost her..."

“Not so fast, you need to give us the details on how you were able to pull this off.” “Yeah…” the others added, nodding eagerly Martin leaned back, shaking his head, “She wasn't hard to fool. I told her what she wanted to hear, played the lover boy until she agreed to become my wife. And for all I know, she believes I am the perfect husband, the one she brags about to her friends.” As the laughter grew louder, my breath ceased. Each word felt like I was being stabbed with a knife. I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt.