Married Woman Love Another Man Novels & Stories

“I never thought anyone could see me… all of me—and still want to be here. I’ve been cold, distant, harsh, but you… you’ve seen through it. You’ve refused to let me hide behind walls anymore.” Lydia’s chest swelled with emotion. “You’re not the man I married,” she said, her voice steady, but full of feeling. “You’re better. Stronger. More… alive. And I love you. Not because of your name, not because of your wealth, but because of you. The man you are beneath it all.”

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

It's one thing to realize it, it's another thing to hear your husband admit that he never touched you because of another woman. Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of me wondering what was wrong with me. Was I too gaunt? Not pretty enough? Was my touch too needy? I had spent thousands on lingerie, hours in the gym, and countless nights crying myself to sleep, thinking I was failing as a woman. But look at that. It was all for her. Why then? Why marry me if he loved someone else? Why torture me for Christ sake?! There's a sudden crash in the living room, followed by Riley laughing.

“Dad, don’t be so harsh. What do you mean, ‘ran off with someone?’ “Mom and Wallace chose each other. They are truly in love. “Your marriage with Mom was arranged anyway. She was unhappy with you. What’s wrong with her finding her own happiness?” They chose each other? I was instantly enraged. I slammed the table. “She ran off with another man while she was still married to me. That’s called cheating. Spare me the happiness talk. She got off easy! She could just walk away and leave you for me to raise on my own. “You’ve known she was alive this whole time, haven’t you?”

“Alright. If Georgia gets rid of that man, apologizes to me, and keeps up her duties in our arranged marriage, we’ll forget about divorce. “I’m doing this for your sake. If she fails, there’s nothing I can do. “Our business is on the rise now. Naturally, we don’t want to get tangled up in such trouble. You understand, right?” “Of course!” Catherine nodded repeatedly as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster. Unexpectedly, Georgia’s mind had already been distorted by true love. The next day, she did come back. However, it was not to apologize to me. Instead, she came to put me in my place.

She glanced around at the angry beastmen and said, "Everything started because of Jasper. You can go ahead and punish him as you wish. But my husband is the mighty Kael Vaxenroth of the Dragon clan! You'd better think twice before you lay a finger on me!" At that, the beastmen who had been eyeing her menacingly suddenly turned to look at me. I didn't even spare Priscilla a glance. I said coldly, "I don't have feelings for her anymore. Do whatever you wish to her." Priscilla retorted loudly, "You love me! You love me so much that you spent forever looking for treasures for me and even nearly died a few times too! How could you just say that you don't have feelings for me anymore?

He convinced himself as he stormed off. I'm with you on this one Ale, you won't marry someone you don't love. I think it's high time I visited them. She smirked to herself. ~~~~ “Hey love, how was your visit to your cousin's?" Her husband asked. “It was quite interesting, there's this girl Ale had a fling with claiming to be pregnant for him, for him to marry her. The funny part is he doesn't love her, he loves someone else and he doesn't care that bitch is still in his house, his girl has travelled and he has moved into his penthouse leaving the house for the incoming baby mama." Kathy chuckled at the end.

Before, now my face slammed at the bottom of a pit. When Angela and I meet ten years ago. I already said to myself, that I finally found the right woman for me. She's timid and loves to be alone. Maybe, because she came from a rich family that is why she can't easily trust anybody. And I manage to break her wall and entered her world. That's the reason why I fell in love with her. Angela's too good to be true she's perfect. She was not supposed to marry someone like me but she fights for me. And now we're married for ten years. And I can't add the word 'happily married' cause' I always found myself asking am I really happy? I let out a heavy sigh.

"Oh, this is so crazy, Copeland! I don't remember you sending me one signal that you wanted to stay or come home! On the contrary, I didn't see any signs that you were interested in me, except for when we were teenagers, and that was years and years ago, Copeland, and for some reason, that didn't even last." "Well, thanks to Joel. I am interested in this young lady sitting with me now. Her name is Tameka Morton, my wife." Copeland says as he caresses my cheek. I stare at him and seriously question him. "Joel? What does he have to do with this? Oh, I see. You were jealous of Joel giving me attention at the party last night. So once you saw another man interested in me, you wanted to make our

Everything about it screamed wrong but I had no other option left. I made a promise to myself that I wasn't going to go this path but here I was, planning to do what I swore never to do. Marriage — and this time with a stranger. But since its not out of love, nor out of desire it's a much better option than going back to Martin. I closed my eyes, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “It is better this way” I whispered to myself trying to convince myself that it was far better getting married to a stranger than holding on to a relationship rooted in deceit and manipulations.