My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift Novels & Stories

I saw Raphael Lindt—shirtless, muscles tense—casually picking up a woman's bra from the floor and tossing it onto the bed. I glanced at the woman in the sheets, just her eyes peeking out. Calmly, I turned around, walked out, and shut the door behind me. After a long talk, I finally convinced my parents and future in-laws to leave. Then I sat in the living room, waiting in silence. Raphael showed no shame. His expression was blank, as if he hadn't just been caught in the middle of an affair. He was handling it well—too well. He spoke first. "This is a marriage of convenience. As long as it looks good on the surface, that's enough. You're free to find someone else to have fun with."

MEL “Jesus Christ Mel, what are you doing here?” My eyes drift from Jonah to my sister sprawled naked on the bed. Mara. I am usually the one to look over people’s mistakes but this was the height of betrayal. I would never have expected my own sister to be sleeping with my husband. I swallow hard and my gaze returns to my husband of two years. He stands and walks towards the table wearing nothing but a black tie around his neck. Bile forms in my throat when I realize the neck tie was my anniversary gift to him.

His eyes were closed while the woman kissed his neck affectionately. Then my chest felt like it had been stabbed. On the table beside the bed was the watch I had bought as his anniversary gift tonight. The same watch he claimed he had not had time to pick up because he was too busy working. It felt like the world stopped spinning. Under the photo, a message appeared. [Thank you for lending me your husband tonight.] I stared at the screen until my vision blurred with tears. It felt as if someone was slowly tearing my heart apart. No.

I'd even stopped expecting my husband to truly love me. But watching Lucien laugh and joke so easily with Seraphina, while all I ever got was silence — "Fine." "Got it." "Whatever you want." — the ache in my chest was impossible to ignore. The anniversary gift was still hidden in the closet. The first three years, Lucien had always found my gifts quickly, and he'd wear whatever I gave him the very next day. But this time, the quartz watch I'd picked out had been sitting so long that the hands had stopped.

Inside was the gift I'd prepared for him earlier. Today was our fifth wedding anniversary. In past years, I'd always gone to great lengths for it. I didn't take out the gift. We were on the verge of divorce anyway. Going through hollow rituals like this felt unnecessary. Irritation flickered in Lewis's eyes as he handed me a gift box. "I prepared this for you. Open it." I wasn't particularly surprised. After canceling on me so many times, he owed me some form of compensation. That was Lewis. Whenever he did something wrong, he'd offer a bit of sweetness afterward.

The silence was heavy. Her father walked toward his desk. Sat down. His hands rested on the polished wood. "How?" he asked. "When?" Jovi did not answer. He looked at Zane. "You are her best friend's husband." Zane said nothing. "Or rather, her ex‑best friend's ex‑husband." His voice was dry. Bitter. Jovi leaned forward. "Father—" "So you had an affair with your best friend's husband. And now she has taken your husband from you? Is that what you are telling me?"

They walked to the dance floor and he caressed her body and kissed her like he owned her. Five years of marriage and I've never get to see her smile. Never kissed her that way, or get to grab her ass like he was doing. I gritted my teeth and savaged my lower lips. This was a woman I chased for fifteen years until I finally had her sold to me by her father like a worthless goods. I gave her everything and yet she was rude to me. I don't recall the last time we greeted each other though we lived under the same roof. I only found out about her affair this morning. Someone had sent it as a package to my office. I needed to put an end to it before it makes the news.

As she asked him with a smile, "What is it? -And what is the special occasion? -Every day I spend with you is special. Can't I give something to my wife? -You've become so romantic and thoughtful that it's frightening. Where is my husband, give him back to me? Caspian laughed at that remark. Sara was right, he had never been romantic, let alone attentive, to any woman. Until Sara showed up. And thankfully, because he didn't want to lose her, he would do anything to please her. Sara came up to him and gave him a kiss, while saying. I'll wear it to the party, whatever it is. With that said, he grabbed the little box and opened it, realizing that it was a pair of earrings, which apparently matc

He was more of a cuck than I thought. Our anniversary was coming up and Graham kept asking me what I wanted. I hinted at the usual jewelry and cute outfits but he just kept insisting that it needed to be something special since this would mark our fifteenth year of marriage. I could tell he was beating around the bush with whatever he was thinking. “Did you have any ideas?” I asked. “I don’t know. I was kind of thinking, what if I could give you the gift of really good sex.” Graham answered. “I hardly think getting me another dildo counts as something special.” I joked.