Novel & Cerita Married Man Loves Another Woman

“I'm so sorry to hear that,” He nodded in acceptance, linking my hands with his. “That's not all. Recently, I met another woman and fell in love with her. I agree that my methods were a bit crude, but my desperation to have her at all cost overrode my proper sense of judgment, but I wished it ended there.” “The woman has a complicated past because not only is she amnesic, she's married to my elder brother and in love with another man,” he dropped the bombshell, his gaze darting to me.

she mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Can we be friends?" he asked, surprising her with his bold request. "Why should we be friends?" she replied with a question. “I feel that we would be great friends."And I can tell you about the woman I love. “But I am married." she responded. “That doesn't matter," he pointed out. “A man and a woman can't be friends. It doesn't last," she said, rolling her eyes as a matter of fact. “And who says that a man and a woman can't be friends? You are a married woman as you claim and I am a man in love with my woman. So we are not just any man and woman," he stated, manipulating her with his words.

Above all, I hated myself for having fallen in love with a man who hopped from one woman to another with no qualms. A smile played on his lips as he continued. “You couldn’t wait to break us up because you still have me in your heart. I broke up with her, as you wished. Shouldn’t you be happy?” “Now that has nothing to do with me. I’m already married to another man.” “It’s not like you don’t know that he won’t live past thirty.” A low magnetic voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the corridor, saying, “True. That should be a cause of celebration.”

She responded as she fidgeted with her fingers. What if he actually didn’t return and he gave some stupid excuse? Would she be relieved? Was it better to wait? Wouldn’t waiting make it harder for them to pull through with signing the papers? “Men.” The other woman snorted. She immediately turned to face her. “What’s wrong?” “He loves another woman.” She turned to the man who seemed to be smiling on a call. “Wow.”

“You know what? The only way to get out of this without any of us getting hurt is to keep our distance.” Her eyes welled up with tears, staring at him as he moved his lips. His words made her heart weak. He loved her but she was in love with someone else. On a second thought, Charlene wondered why he had been pretending as if nothing ever happened. ‘Couldn't he help the feelings?’ “What are you talking about? You know I am married.”

He unbuttoned his shirt with infuriating nonchalance. “Look at me.” He raised his head, but his eyes were hard. There was no sign of guilt. Did he think his actions were okay? “I can’t believe you used Elia as a trap to see if I’d cheat on you. We’re married.” “Marriage never stopped anyone.” “Is that so?” I asked curiously, trying to figure out if he was referring to himself. “I’d never cheat.” “Oh, so I’m supposed to take your word on it, but you can use my bodyguard to test me? Don’t you realize how wrong that is?”

“Especially the personal part.” Max raised a brow. “Oh? So there is a woman problem.” Damian froze for half a second. Max smirked like a detective. “I know that look. Talk, bro.” Damian sighed, sinking deeper into his seat. “Max… it’s a long story.” Max sat back on the leather sofa, arms folded, studying Damian like someone trying to solve a puzzle. “Damian… rewind,” Max said, brow raised. “You have a wife but you’re acting single. What exactly is going on?”

I kicked him straight in his broken leg, and his face turned pale from the pain. "You jerk! You say you love her, so why did you marry me in the first place? "Oh, right. You were about to go bankrupt. You couldn't let go of the massive wealth my family had. Once you got through the crisis, you suddenly realized you'd fallen in love with someone else. "You didn't want to divorce me, and you didn't want to compensate me either. You wanted money, love, and freedom. Greedy doesn't even begin to cover it."

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

In that moment, I knew what Manuela wanted, and I felt pathetic for having fallen for her little games. When I saw the jealousy on Miranda's face after seeing me kiss her husband, and the clear urge to slap my face, I also realized that she loved Marlon madly. In that room, I was nothing more than a decoration of the Wenecker Mansion, or an appetizer for Manuela's show. I admit I am a woman of principles. I would never be with or be the mistress of a man who is dating or married. Especially one who was already starting his family.