Married Man Loves Another Woman Novels & Stories

She draped her coat over my shoulders, looked at the people mocking me, and said in a voice that turned the whole room cold, “Cassian is under my protection. If anyone lays a hand on him again, I won’t let it go.” At the time, she felt like a miracle. I fell in love with her almost instantly. Even after we got married, I still had trouble believing it was real. Someone like Serafina, the sole heiress of the Valcieri family, had no reason to choose a man even his own family could barely tolerate. And yet she did. Or at least, that was what I told myself. I truly believed she loved me. Then, as I was heading back toward my hospital room, I heard Lucian’s voice coming from the lounge next door.

James studied my expression before responding with complete certainty. "This marriage can't go on; I will divorce you." My hand, which had casually slipped into my shirt pocket to retrieve the letter, froze in place. "What do you mean, James?" "You know from the start that I love someone else, Clara. I want her now. We need to end our marriage." I feel my eyes aflame, brimmed with the threat of tears. That was the painful reality. I knew that James held another woman in his heart even when we got married.

another man confessed, his desire evident. "Babe, did you just say that? I'm right here beside you, and you're fantasizing about another woman," the woman complained bitterly, feeling hurt and betrayed. "My love, when Aiden entered, you were so engrossed in him that you even forgot I am your husband. Now it's my turn to appreciate beauty. You should remain quiet and let me admire," the man retorted, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Emine. The ladies glared at Emine with a mix of envy and disdain, while the men looked upon her with admiration and longing.

He replied. "Why is that?" I asked while folding my hands towards my chest. "He's not mine anymore." He said with a small tone. "He got a boyfriend?" I asked while narrowing my eyebrows. "No. He got married to another woman." He replied while looking at the picture. "Another woman?. Who?." I asked as I sat on the chair after moving it to his side. "Someone who suits him more than a pathetic one like me." He replied. "Seriously?. Can she love you him more than you?" I asked with a soft tone. My anger faded away the moment he said that. Do I know that person he loves?. It feels like I know him for some reason.

"I Love You. But that does not mean I am going to agree with everything you say. I'm only going to respect your choices,even if I don't like some of them,out of love for you. Just because I am in love with you does not mean I am going to suddenly behave in a particular manner,nor do I expect you to. I belong to myself first,and only then to you." Keerthi only nodded. Her husband's words made sense,hardcore reality hitting her face. The illusion she had of love was very different from reality. "I Love You too",she whispered, standing on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck. Vikram ran his hands over his wife's waist, hugging her tighter,his hands going inside her top,smili

But I do. And it ticks every part of me off. I hate that I do but I can’t help it. My wife is busy having dinner with another man on a non-friendly basis and I cannot stomach that in. Any man living in this country must have seen her on tv the moment we got married, so this person is either daringly bold to carry on with this date after seeing her in person or just plain stupid. I’m sure it’s the latter. The audacity has me baffled.

She looked in love, you wouldn’t believe this was her fifth marriage. But then again, some people are like that. They could fake their entire lives as long as they’re getting something out of it. “And do you know the shocking fact?” Alessia’s brows furrowed in confusion like she couldn’t understand how the woman pulled it off. “These men are very aware of her history, and yet they still dive in.” The woman in question whispered something in her husband’s ear. The man threw back his head in laughter, obviously mesmerized by her. “I guess they don’t mind at all,” I said, my gaze still on the couple. “They don’t mind as long as she gives them what they want. It’s like a mutual agreement.”

“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

"Or how rough he can fuck. Do you think his cock is just as big as he is?" “Girl, snap out of it," the second girl chided her friend. "The man is married. You don’t stand a chance with him. No one does.” Wait what?? He’s married!? Does his wife know her man picks up heartbroken girls at clubs and fucks them raw till they scream? She remembered his hot tongue flat against her swollen clit, circling slow and torturous, then sucking hard with growls vibrating straight to her bones. God, why does he have to be married? This makes it much more complicated.

The man I hated more than anyone. The man I was married to. And tonight—tonight was just the beginning.