Married Man Loves Another Woman Novels & Stories

Actually I'm shy but already wet. "And haven't you read that a good husband is not close to adultery. Dating is close to adultery. Especially those who are married. A married man is stoned to death if he is caught in adultery!" she exclaimed. I shrink. "My stance will not change. I am ready to completely be your wife, as long as you let go of your lover. For God's sake, I don't like you playing with other women while you are screwing me." I was coughing at the words I just heard. This beautiful woman in front of me really can not be deceived.

Lucas and I have been married for three years, we've had a happy marriage, but I've noticed that for the past few weeks something seems to be different about him. He used to be a loving and caring man who always makes me smile. He is that man who can hardly take his eyes off of me, that's why my mother-in-law always tempted him not to come home to them, and that temptation was also one of the reasons for speeding up our marriage.

The reputation they all knew him for was not who she knew. “ a man who can barely stand the presence of another lady aside from that of his wife, a man who has never been seen with another woman despite the rumors circulating of him having a multitude of women. Clair we all know someone is tarnishing his image but if you must know my husband only has eyes for me… something we can't say about your marriage” Clair raised her hands but it's held amidst the air. Emilia felt herself wrapped in the embrace of a familiar scent. She looked up to the eyes of her husband. Mark roughly pushed his wife to the floor.

And I swear, I saw something break inside him. "Hey, man," the stranger said, annoyed. "What are you doing here? I'm trying to get things done. Can you leave?" Killian let out a bitter laugh. "I can see that the man who wants to fuck my wife is eager for me to leave. Maybe I should. So you can enjoy your time." "No!" I moved between them, heart pounding. "That’s not what’s happening. Please—" The man smirked. "You're married? Even better. I love married women. The thrill is insane. You’ll be sweet, just like the rest."

I snapped without thinking. I forgot I was supposed to act weak and pitiful. “If you’re not,” the woman pressed, “explain why you got pregnant for a married man.” “Because Philip and I love each other!” I burst out. “He even filed for divorce! She—Marceline—was the one refusing to leave. She was still clinging to him!” My voice rose without control. What kind of interview was this? This wasn’t the plan. “Mr. Stanmore must really love you to want to divorce his legal wife,” the male reporter said with a curious tone.

"You left this in his car on purpose, didn't you?" Isla glanced down, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, so you found it. That's not on me, sweetheart. That's on Stefano. He says he needs my scent to get hard. Guess you don't do it for him anymore." Her words hit like a bullet and shattered my heart, but I didn't even flinch. "No matter what you've done behind my back, I'll always be his wife. And you'll always be the other woman he has to hide," I said calmly.

Adrian stood outside my chamber for an entire day and night. I never opened the door. On the eve of the political marriage, moonlight traced his silhouette across the threshold—tall, rigid, unmoving. At last, his voice broke the silence. “Elise,” he said at last. His voice was low, restrained—too controlled for a man standing on the edge of a choice he did not fully understand. “I will marry you.” I leaned my back against the door and did not reply.

“I am not granting you the divorce you so desperately speak of. If you need space to think, you can do so in my house or in your own home. I can even allow you to move out temporarily if you need to clear your head. But after that I expect you to come back to your senses and start acting like you are married to me.” My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at him, slowly shaking my head. “Who the hell are you?” Somehow, I was finding it difficult to believe this was the same soft husband I got married to. “A man in love who would do anything to keep his marriage.” He said with so much authority and conviction. And without even waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel, leaving me stari

“I blacked out. Woke up here. Thought it was a dream.” “It wasn’t a dream.” She moved to the kitchen, poured herself water, didn’t offer him any. “I’ve been replaying it all week. The way you looked at me. The way you said my name like it was the only thing keeping you afloat. And now I find out it was all built on a lie.” “It wasn’t a lie,” he said. “I just.” “You just what?” She turned, water sloshing over the rim. “You just forgot you were married? Forgot you had someone waiting at home? Forgot that what we did.”

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.