Married Woman Love Another Man Novels & Stories

“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

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.

With my child with me. He didn’t even know about the little one. Would he ever love our child? Or would this baby just be another impostor in his life? I will be damned if I let that happen. For a moment, a gentle ache strikes my heart. I still find it hard to believe how blind I was after all this time. He had been in love with another woman all along. And of course, I would never forget—because she is fucking dead. The sole reason he married me was because I looked like her.

He greeted me as though I had never left. “Long time no see,” I responded in kind, smiling. This opportunity was handed to me on a silver platter, so who was I to refuse it? People who lived on public sentiment would one day die by public sentiment. An insider posted another shocking scoop on social media. “The latest twist in the Jonas/Celine saga! The poor woman was Jonas’ legally wedded wife, but he abandoned her as soon as he made it big! Jonas and Celine are the true villains in this story. And now the homewrecker has even gotten pregnant!”

" 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."

"Yes, I remember. I was even the one who signed off on James' marriage report. Are you certain you don't have the wrong person, young lady? "James has been married to his wife for years, and Isabella has been living in the family housing area for six years already. If you've deliberately come seeking trouble and wish to ruin a military man's marriage, I have the power to send you off to the firing squad." His every word struck me deeply. Six years. It'd actually been six years since James had gotten married to another woman. In other words, he'd married someone else on base not long after marrying me. Whenever I asked him why he always made excuses not to return on holidays and special occas

Wasn't it even because of her the mayor had given me the railway contract? Our marriage- or our continued marriage- would also be advantageous to her. Not many men would be inclined to marry a woman who had been married and divorced twice. They would erroneously think the problem was from her. They wouldn't know that one of the men she had married had been a douchebag and the other had married her for convenience—practically, she had married two douchebags. I did not believe in love, of course. Love was for high school kids and those poor souls who still managed to view the world with rose-tinted glasses. Love is limiting: it takes a man and turns him into a weaker version of himself.

The first woman snaps back. “I want to hear it, please.” I say sharply. The first woman seems pleased with my eagerness to share in her gossip. “At least someone is interested. I heard that there was another woman whom he loved, he had chosen this woman instead of the current Luna. But the woman has abandoned him and he married this one .” “That’s a lie.” I interrupt her. It might be a gossip but I might as well as praise myself after whoever the idiot is tarnished my image.

“Darling, why did you run off just now? You made me look for you for so long.” Madison turned stiff, and she did not move in the newcomer’s embrace. She had no good options, and she did not know if she had to push him away. She looked nervous and guiltily lowered her head. The newcomer said arrogantly, “I’m Conway Ford, the president of the Viapent Group. Were you looking for me?” I glared at the man. The more I scrutinized him, the more familiar he looked. Suddenly, it hit me. This man was Madison’s first love, Victor Ponzi. I had seen his picture in Madison’s university yearbook.

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.