Novels About Affairs Novels & Stories

"I don't think that's a good idea." "Think about it sir," She leans in closer with full enthusiasm, "I'm not saying that you'll have to definitely have an affair. You'll just act to be in love with the new girl. Then she'd feel jealous and come back to you." "She wouldn't feel jealous because she doesn't love me." "Trust me sir...as a girl I know. We tend to get attracted to those guys who stop giving us attention. She's your wife after all." "And where are we going to hire the mistress?"

Emerald blinked and said, "Is this like one of those boss novels where the heroine falls asleep, gets swept away by drama all night, and then dies of a terminal illness a few days later, leaving behind a pair of kids for you to raise?" The man lightly tapped her forehead with his slender finger. "What do you keep reading all the time?" Emerald never really liked novels, but ever since meeting Iris, a hopeless romantic, she found herself bombarded with stories where either the sweet wife was constantly swooning, or the boss was being pressured into passionate encounters. Sometimes, Emerald even found herself reading some H-comics, which gave her a headache. At first, she thought it was just a

"Completely and utterly ruin her." He pulled up more files from the email. There were dozens of videos. Photos. Timestamps showing the affairs had been going on for months. "Think about it," Lysander said. "Eleanor Blackwood. The grand matriarch of New York society. Having an affair with a security guard young enough to be her grandson. And her granddaughter Victoria, having an affair with the same man." I felt a slow smile spreading across my face despite the pain. "Grandmother and granddaughter."

“Nella, I didn’t raise you to chase after a man already tied to someone else. Is that what this is? You want to become the other woman? Because I’ve lived that story—I survived it.” Her voice trembled now, even as she tried to keep it together. “Your father had an affair with his secretary. It started just like this—secret gifts, hush-hush phone calls, quiet denials. And you know what it ended in? A destroyed marriage. A broken home. And a man who died full of regret and shame.” “Mom, stop!” I snapped before I could stop myself. “You’re overreacting. You’re turning this into something it’s not.”

I was given an explanation by Fannie. "Let's put it in your position: if you saw your fiance kissing someone else... Would you continue with your marriage?" It was Fannie's question that caused me to pause for a few seconds. Should I still go through with the wedding even though I caught my future husband kissing another woman? Of course not! That is an unfair advantage. To me, it makes perfect sense. "Shut you up?" Fannie asked. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't continue with the wedding..."

The suspense is killing him. Rosita cleared the lump in her throat. "Um, my son and Briana are having an affair, and I want it to stop because it's prohibited to have a romantic relationship with a family member. It's like incest! I can't accept it!" Rosita vehemently expressed her outrage about the affair. Scott was silent for a moment, allowing the older woman to release some steam. "If other people knew about the affair, our family would be condemned by everyone. I'm sure of that!" Rosita spoke lamentably, tears glistening in her eyes.

He couldn't help being worried. "What will they doubt?" She frowned. Manik signed. "That we're having an affair which is true. But have you ever thought about what if they tell something to your parents or in their community that when your parents are out, you stay alone with me? Do you want it to spread and your parents to know like this? You know right things like this spread faster than fire?"

“She seemed rather convinced that Drew was not having an affair.” “My brothers could never do anything that was wrong.” Larissa laughed. “Of course, she doesn’t think affairs are the worst thing either. God only knows how many she has had over the years. Or my father, for that matter.” “Odds say that the husband or boyfriend are the normal suspects until proven otherwise,” Jim said with a smirk that Larissa could read well. This had nothing to do with the case but more to deal with her. She knew they could make this very hard for Gabe since it was a small town. She walked away from the group and to the door where security was. She knocked on the door.

Yamileth points out as she looks at him curiously. "I'm not married." Adan replies. "You have a girlfriend?" She asks. "Yes." "Oh…You should have told me that you have someone…she'll definitely kill me if she finds out I had sex with her man." Yamileth replies with a guilt laden voice. "Haha…then get ready to be killed by more than twenty girls." Adan chuckles. "What do you mean?" Yamileth questions him again. "I run a brothel and have sex every morning." He tells her.

“That’s such a smart idea; girls like Sam will be dying to read such.” Of course it was a smart idea; it was from a smart brain. “Today must be my unlucky day,” we heard a girl say and turned to find the upcoming actress who was brave enough to have an affair with my husband (Olivia) and the girl who was rumored to be engaged to Liam, Jasmine. What were they doing together?