Married Woman Love Another Man Novels & Stories

I was willing to do anything to be with her. She said, "Caleb has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. You're a match. Can you donate your bone marrow to him?" Love clouded my judgment, so I agreed. Rosalie kept her word and married me. I thought she liked me, but she actually just wanted my bone marrow. After we got married, we fought often. Rosalie always looked at me calmly and said, "Stop it, Damian. I told you that once we were married, I'd cut ties with Caleb."

The doors slid open. She stepped inside. The doors slid shut. For the first time... Jessica wondered if she knew the man she had married.

My heart constricts leaving a foul taste behind in my mouth when I think of marrying another woman in a church. I am a widow and I will remain one under the gaze of the lord. "It is not a sin for a man to have a second lover after his first has died. You will always discover that a man can only perform at his peak with a strong woman standing behind him." "The love of my life was Anastazia. She adored me for who I was and all I had endured ascending to the Volkov throne. I cannot love someone who is thirteen years younger than me. Period."

Amelia's heart sank, and she felt all the grievances she had been suppressing for years suddenly burst out. She rushed out and shouted. “I am your wife, Leo, do you want me to just sit back and watch you go to another woman without any reaction?” Leo stopped, and his next words completely crushed her. “Have you forgotten how you became my wife? I was forced to marry you. If it weren't for you back then, Damien wouldn't have died. I have put up with you for three years. Not sending you to jail was for the sake of our families’ reputation.”

Hansel stopped complaining, and Chadwick frowned while standing behind the closed door. “I was all alone and happy to be alone before I married him. However, we were forced to get wed even though he is so deeply in love with another woman. Who disrespected us? The situation did. Someone like me would never understand how crazy it feels to fall in love. But I am sure my husband felt so devastated after our marriage. So, I can’t blame him. I can’t blame a person who can do something I cannot do.” “S-So, you can understand your husband?”

So he could be with Vivian? I felt my heart crack down the middle as it broke in half. How could he do this to me? We were married for ten long years. He made me look like a fool our entire marriage. I spent the years craving his love and attention, doing everything I possibly could to be a good wife and win him over. There had been small moments where he had given me hope, making me believe he loved me. But he had fooled me, and those moments were clearly just a ruse, because he’d been deeply in love with another woman the entire time.

Adrian sighed, placing the box into the woman’s hands before stepping forward. “Rosemary… you shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t be here?!” She fought to steady her voice. “I am your wife! I have every right to know why my husband is flaunting his love for another woman in public!” The whispers grew louder. Phones were raised, recording the scandal. The woman in red smirked. “Maybe because I am his first love, while you… were just a late arrival.” “Silence!” Rosemary shot her a burning glare. “I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to my husband.”

In the end, she plopped down on the couch, gasping for breath. Tristan scrambled over on his hands and knees and threw himself at Ms. Lovelace's feet, weeping piteously. "Ms. Lovelace… you've searched everywhere and checked everything. Where's this other woman? I've been with you for so long! Don't you know what kind of person I am? I hardly ever step foot outside the house. When would I even find the chance to meet another woman?" "Well…" As Ms. Lovelace looked down at the handsome young man who was crying so prettily, the anger on her face visibly subsided. "But I received a text message saying—"

"Not when it came to you." The words hung between us, heavy with meaning I wasn't ready to unpack. "Where are you?" I asked. "Outside the restaurant. Watching your husband have dinner with another woman while you sit alone." A pause. "Come see for yourself, Aria. Stop letting him make you invisible." I looked at the files one more time, then at my wedding ring, a platinum band that had never felt like anything but a shackle. "Send me the address," I said.

Helen used to love Gage. If I work hard, I could let her go. I could forget her. We were married for a year without plans to procreate. She was freshly out of college with huge dreams to be an actor. She was twenty one then and I, twenty eight. We ignited everything in each other. Inlove and foolish, we thought we could have forever so we got married. I have had time to think about it and it hit me that we were in a phase that could have passed. The day I was arrested, I left the house to get away from her after a silly fight.