Novels About Affairs Novels & Stories

I whispered. She rolled her eyes instantly. Cindy had never liked my marriage to Romano. She believed I had been exploited, and as a reporter, Romano disliked her just as much, he thought her profession was filthy. “Yes, you had an affair. Big deal. Don’t forget your husband has plenty of his own,” she said bluntly. “I’m sure he won’t mind if someone else gets a turn.” “You really think so?” I asked, uncertain. “I know so. He won’t murder you for sleeping with a stranger—especially one who clearly knew what he was doing,” Cindy teased.

"Why are you telling me this now?" "Because I read your book. Because I saw the articles. Because everyone is talking about the affair, about the scandal, about the father and son and the woman who came between them." She let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "But nobody is talking about the drugs. Nobody is talking about the fact that your father-in-law was sedating his own son so he could sleep with his wife. That's not an affair. That's a crime."

Of all people, he picked a woman who couldn't tell right from wrong. I opened my mouth to explain. "I do know Steven Luxton. He's…" Smack! Before I finished, Chris stormed over and slapped me across the face. His expression was twisted with rage. "Janet, you shameless wretch! You cheated on me! No wonder you suddenly broke up with me. How else would a nobody like you get into a company like Luxton Group? You must've slept your way in. Disgusting! No wonder your parents died early. I bet you killed them with your bad luck!"

He promised that someday, he would give her the grand, magnificent wedding she deserved—one where she'd receive the world's blessings and never regret their years together. But seven years into their marriage, as they went from startup to IPO, instead of the wedding he promised, she got his infidelity. Fine then. These divorce papers would be her gift to commemorate his affair. She opened her eyes, once beautiful and clear, now containing nothing but ice. She took out her phone, photographed the signed divorce agreement, and sent it to her mother-in-law, Hazel Gray. Three days ago, she had already negotiated terms with Hazel, armed with evidence of George's affair.

Not on my watch. I went to my home office—a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive desk, and multiple monitors for when I needed to work from home—and sat down at my computer. I pulled up several news sites, all of them still running variations of the story about Anya's supposed affair and abandonment of her marriage. My jaw clenched as I read the headlines: "Disgraced Heiress Leaves Husband for Billionaire Rival" "Kennedy Davenport Heartbroken as Wife Chooses Wealth Over Love"

“What do you have planned for the weekend?” “Rest,” I said. “I need to unwind after the Waterford ordeal.” “It must feel good to have solved it, right?” Nora asked. “I can’t believe the twist in the story. The guy Is not having an affair with a woman. He’s supporting a man who is becoming a woman. Who would have guessed it?” I shook my head. “Now I have to figure out how to write a report that will state that he’s not having an affair like his wife thinks without harming Bill Waterford’s marriage or financial security. It’s a sad thing to say, but I prefer him over my client.”

But she stopped talking about him after she found out about his affair with the baker's wife. Are all men unfaithful? I wondered as I locked gazes with Cosimo. He sat in front of me flashing his signature arrogant smirk. With no shame whatsoever, he eyeballed me the whole way to Porto Luce, while keeping his left arm extended on ‘Miss Top Model in Florence's’ shoulders. She was so invested in playing SweetSmash; she didn't even flinch when Cosimo adjusted his pants and re-positioned his penis. I quickly glanced away, but I could not unsee his swollen groin area.

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

Rebecca saw him leaving, and immediately she runs after her lover. My clueless mother-in-law did not suspect a single thing. Did she blindly trust her son, so much that she can't understand a simple logic? "Cynthia, shall we go?" She ignored the scene happening right before us; of her son having a heated argument with Rebecca. Even a fool would read meanings to such hostile behaviour between two people that are basically having an affair. The event planner of the charity warmly welcomed my mother-in-law and myself. We were even given seats in the front, while the cloths were being taken down from the trunk of her car. Justin and his mistress should be coming over to the event, hopefully in t

Her eyes blazed with a fire that I felt warmed my cold heart. She was defending me. “It- That is not a cultural thing!” the first woman spluttered. “It’s simply the truth. Men have affairs sometimes, but they always come home.--” “So you mean to imply, my Lady, that your husband has had affairs throughout your, what, 10, 20 years of marriage?” Eva asked with a smile that cut sharper than a dagger. “And, of course,” she glanced at the other, now much paler noblewoman. “Your mate hid his own affairs from you until you had no choice but to find out? Is that it?”