Mother In Law Affair Novels & Stories

She looks like an old, old dragon who's about to breathe out fire and make roasted. "Are you cheating on my son?" I shot an eyebrow up. "You eavesdropped on my conversation with someone. That's what cheating is, mother-in-law." "Don't call me that!" She screamed, angrily pointing a finger at me. "Who was that, huh? The people believe that you're married to my son. Why are you having an affair, huh? Can't your itchy pussy wait until your agreement with my son is over? Do you really have to put his name on the long list of shameless douchebags in this world?"

With her beauty, she could've married into a wealthy family and lived like a queen! Hailey's father slapped Joe across the face—several times—until his cheeks were swollen and red. When Claudia got wind of the chaos, she wasn't about to let it slide. She called the police and reported suspected illegal prostitution activity at the hotel. By the time the police arrived, the full mess had come to light: Joe cheating on me with Hailey, Hailey knowingly becoming the other woman, stealing Claudia's manuscript, and then meeting multiple men while pregnant with Joe's baby. It was a tangled web of disaster.

Julian's POV It was Monica's mother, Kaitlyn Russo. She had formally separated from Monica's father a few years ago and happened to be living in this country right now. I'd once heard Monica say that when she was little, Kaitlyn would openly fool around with other men right in front of her. She even taught little Monica by example that, in their social class, a person only needed to live well themselves. Ethics and morals were the most useless things. I glanced at Kaitlyn but didn't say anything. She didn't care either. She just made a phone call, and soon, a man was dragged into the hospital.

At the auction, my fiancé's secretary raised the bidding paddle twice on his behalf. The first time, she outbid Lady Margaret Vesta by a single silver coin, snatching away the emerald brooch meant as a coming-of-age gift for her daughter. She brandished the house seal of my fiancé, Cassian Severus, with a brazen grin. "Her husband can afford to keep a woman on the side, but he won't pay what he owes Cassian. I'm just collecting a little interest for him. What's the problem?" Cassian thought I was still at sea. He just smiled and told her not to be so blunt in front of a crowd next time. The second time, she set the seal into the gold tray, activating an irrevocable, open-ended bid. This time

my mother said. "The coverage." Madeleine turned the phone so my mother could see. "It's changed. There's nothing left about the affair. No one's running the original story anymore." She looked up. "If they're already divorced — there's no marriage to betray. There's no affair to report." My mother's eyes moved across the screen. Her face went through several things in quick succession. "She came here to do that," my mother said slowly. Madeleine didn't answer for a moment. Then: "With traffic stopped on the northern route — how did she even get here?" She looked at me. "Someone said a friend drove her."

I stood there, documents still spread across the desk, my pulse loud in my ears, and waited for him to explain himself. “You always wondered why your mother disappeared from society so suddenly,” he said, lifting his eyes to mine. “Why were the rumors buried so efficiently? Why did your father changed.” My stomach tightened. Kingsley was beside me now, close enough that our shoulders brushed. I felt the shift in him before he spoke—the way his body went rigid, the way his breathing slowed into something controlled and dangerous. “Say it,” Kingsley said quietly. “Say her name.” My grandfather exhaled through his nose, annoyed. “There was an affair,” he said. “Years ago, between your mother an

Bella places her hands on the table and leans in closer to him to hear the full story. "Why do you look so happy about it?" "About what?" "My wife's affair," He frowns and she chuckles. "It's just...It's not like that." "You really despise me, don't you?" "No sir I just want to help you-" "I saw my wife kissing another guy," He speaks up changing his posture awkwardly. "That's pathetic." "I agree with you for the first time." "Do you happen to know him sir?" "Yeah. He's that singer...What's his name again...James I guess?"

Dominic remained silent beside me, his jaw tightening as he listened. I took a deep breath, my voice shaking but firm. “Joanne is furious with me now. She’s ready to kill me because I disobeyed her—I refused to marry Patrick.” My mother’s face paled, and a heavy silence settled in the room.

They’d been fated mates, and my mother had been so certain they’d share a lifetime of bliss, especially when they’d had me. That was until he’d had the affair with Trisha. She’d been my mother’s best friend. At least, that’s what my mother had thought – she must have not cared an ounce for my mother, though, if she’d had an affair with my mother’s mate. If she’d had a baby with my mother’s mate. It had broken my mother. Most mornings those first years, she’d confined herself to bed, heart aching too much to summon the will to rise Somehow, those were the good years. Everything changed when Trisha died of a mysterious illness.

Laurent, Victoria’s mother. “You don’t have to worry about that. Over my dead body will I allow that to happen,” she said into the phone. “The rumours aren’t true. My son and your daughter are not getting a divorce. No....no...no. You don’t have to come down here. I’ll handle everything.” “Yes, yes, my sweet Annabelle.” Mom Mary forced a smile even though anger burned inside her. She sighed and ended the call. Just then, Mr Charles stepped in and burst out laughing at the sight of her pacing.