Married Man Loves Another Woman Novels & Stories

He wasn’t just a body to admire tonight, he was a man with stories on his shoulders and secrets in his jawline. “You’ve never been married,” I said. He smiled, not surprised by the question that I framed as an offhanded statement. “No. I’ve fucked married women, though.” “More than one?” “Only one that matters now.” I paused mid-bite. My stomach flipped. “And she’s married to a man who doesn’t see her anymore,” he added quietly. The silence stretched, dangerously intimate and then he reached across the table and ran a thumb along the edge of my lip.

“Just pure curiosity or what?” “Well… my brother here,” he continued, tapping the thigh of the guy seated close to him, “my brother here is interested in you. He loved you at first sight, but I told him you could be married or pregnant. And now that you are indeed pregnant, I guess he must have lost interest in you.” The guy that claimed to love me also smiled. “Sure. I have no interest in another man's wife anymore. I don't want my head leaving my neck if your husband catches me messing around with his wife.”

She smiled and walked inside in hurried footsteps. "Yes, fortunately we wrapped up very early so I decided to come home today. Where is my husband and the kids?" Her husband? Oh yeah, the one I just finished begging to fuck me and he made a fool out of me. If only Megan knew what I've done in her absence, she'll bury me alive. I mean it's not my fault she married such a walking temptation. I don't care about that love bullshit going on between them, but she has to share him. He is too hot for one woman alone to handle.

““You knew you were going to marry me, and yet two days before the wedding, you were tangled up with another man.” His gaze darkened. “You don’t get to act above this. Not after that.” “Shut up!” Tanya shouted, fury blazing. “Don’t test my patience,” Leonard said coldly. Her breathing became ragged under his grip, but she still forced herself to meet his eyes, voice low and steady despite the strain. “Leonard Eastwood… are you really going to murder your newlywed wife first thing in the morning?” He narrowed his eyes. Something flickered—brief, unfamiliar—then vanished.

Then she would feel guilty for hurting him and makeup with him in passionate lovemaking as if it was the first time they were making love. He had fallen in love with another woman a long time ago. She had proclaimed her love to another man just a few days ago. But this ... this is what married people do. They fight, they say mean things to each other, they argue, they hate each other's guts sometimes, and they fuck ... to make each other feel better.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

However, who would’ve guessed that a man who loved me to the bone would secretly start a family with another woman? Smiling, I brushed off my mentor’s concerns and confirmed that I would leave with the military in ten days. When I returned home, I started packing. That was when Marco suddenly came back. He stared at the suitcase in my hand, his brows instantly in a knot. “Where are you going? Why didn’t you talk to me first? I was away on a business trip for a week, and now you’re sneaking off without telling me?” Hearing his familiar tone, I let out a bitter laugh. “Am I not allowed to step outside anymore?”

"You have to change that notion. Marriage is a gift of God to humanity. This means that it should be enjoyed. Not the other way round." "But how can I work things out on my own? Marriage is not one sided. Ever since I stepped foot here, everyone has asked me to give Manuel a chance. But he clearly doesn't even care." "You may think he doesn't, but he does." She gave a warm smile. "Wow!" I smiled dryly. "He surely does. Meanwhile, he is currently away from home and in the arms of another woman." "Says who?" "Says him!" I yelled out, unable to hold in the pain and disappointment in anymore.

"I…..I don't know. I'm not sure if this feeling I have is love. I want to lock him up so no one else can look upon him or take him away from me. I wish he never leaves my side. I want to make marks on that pretty skin and…..oh my, maybe I do love him." "I'm glad you're finally realizing it. I thought I would never see the day you two would admit your perverse desire for one another. I'm surprised he's not already seen your entire body seeing as you live inside the same room!" "Why does it sound like you're upset? I was married once. I'm not that foolish." "You were married against my will. Now that you can choose for yourself, you choose a man who cannot even fight his nature? Honestly, I'm