Married Woman Love Another Man Novels & Stories

And to see the man I loved first… whom I know I will never see again. How can I ever escape this kind of life? "Ms. Soledad?" Ms.? I smiled bitterly. Six years already married. A husband who doesn’t truly exist. "Yes?" I asked, smiling. "Please come in, said the Vice President," the secretary said. I smiled sweetly and thanked her. I stood from my seat and was guided by one of the security personnel. My grip on my bag strap tightened. My heart always does this when entering this enormous mansion. This is where I last saw him—the man who brought chaos into my life and changed it forever.

Without another word, he walked past me and out into the corridor, leaving me entirely alone. I stood frozen in the quiet room, holding the wedding photograph in one hand and staring at Edward’s message on the screen. The woman in the picture had once looked at Liam as if he were her entire world. But somewhere along the line, she had made a deal with another man—a promise so terrible it terrified the man who loved her. And I had no idea what I had done.

“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?"

“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.

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.

But I found out he didn't feel the same about me on our wedding day. Okay, to be perfectly honest with you and me. I knew he wasn't head over heels in love with me. But ladies, you know what I thought. I thought he would eventually fall in love with me because I'm sweet and love this man so much. Only if he gave our marriage a chance could we live blissfully ever after. But I had no idea how much he didn't love me and didn't want to marry me. So to envision him falling in love with me, from what I experienced at our wedding and in our marriage, it appeared it would never happen. Despite all that, we are married. So did love ever emerge to the surface? If it did make its appearance, was it du

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.

She moaned his name, over and over again. I stood there, staring, with my legs frozen. The man I married. The man I cooked for, worked for, loved more than anything, was right there fucking another woman in our matrimonial bed. He didn’t even notice me at first. He was too busy, too deep into her that he failed to hear my heartbeats. Their bodies slapped together. The sheets were tangled under them. My sheets. My home. He finally looked up and out eyes met, but to my shock, he didn’t stop.

ly moved in."So you are the low-life prostitute my husband has been sleeping with. You are such a loser. What do you know? This man is going to the altar with me next month" She brought out their wedding card. Adam has been using you to fill in the gap because I travelled out. I came back the day before yesterday. Look at you! Miserable wrench."She hissed and that was pretty painful. He got me cheaply as a virgin. I had never known any man. I released myself so cheaply because he told me he would do anything for me. He promised to take excellent care of me. He was doing it. When the lady left, he followed her immediately. They settled their differences with the lady and got wedded. I had fal