Novels About Affairs Novels & Stories

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?”

"What a strange guy! She didn't want to touch her stomach again, for fear, that she might just begin to get too emotional. She has been doing that since she woke up from her unconscious state. She wanted to do something different, so she went online, and could see the comment online. Netizens always have a way of giving opinions that no one asked for. They would always act as the high and low judge in cases like this, and there will always be someone to blame. They were calling her all sort of names. Her affair had gone viral. When she was living her life, as lowly prostitute, no one saw her, no one thought she was suffering too much, but just when she hit the jackpot by dating a really weal

In the morning he woke up with a splitting headache and also a Fiona in his bed, he was still trying to process what happened when his door opened revealing his mother. At that moment his mother did what she knew best. Manipulation. She had manipulated him into getting into a relationship with her and coupled with the sobbing Fiona beside him he was so confused that he didn't realize when he agreed on getting engaged with her. No matter how he tried to jog his memories of what had happened, nothing came and he cursed himself for drinking so much into oblivion. Sensing his change of demeanor, Fiona went on. “You know I don't regret what happened between us. I never told anyone but you are my

Sarah's discovery of James and Lily's past relationship had rocked their world. Sarah had demanded a divorce, and James was left to pick up the pieces of his shattered life. He had never wanted to hurt Sarah, but his love for Lily had clouded his judgment. James sat alone in his living room, staring at the wall. He couldn't believe that his marriage was falling apart. He had always thought that he and Sarah were meant to be together forever, but now that dream had been shattered.

There was nothing special about the other woman, she was married with no children, she worked at Declan's company as a Senior Manager in one of his departments, and she was not a beauty queen in any sense of the word. Comparing Sienna to Olivia would be like comparing Camilla Parker Bowles to Diana Spencer. But men seek what they seek, and it's not always about beauty and appearances. What happened there? Roman was intrigued. He was more intrigued with Olivia, of course. He found out about her miscarriages, and her medical history when she was trying to get pregnant. She stopped going for treatment after a while and followed by the affair. How did she find out about the affair? What did she

he asked his eyes fixed on the paper on the table. “Good, we can eat dinner together if you want” “I will come pick you up” he said and cut the call. ~ Yasmin prepare to pack her things and check carefully not to leave anything behind, rather than the usual enthusiasm she started work with, she is more of distress and worries. The words Tasha said to her are still roaming around her mind and just wouldn’t clear off. “An affair? Is she really having an affair with him?” Being a married man makes it an affair, Yasmin has never thought of this fact neither did it occur to her that she has been in love with someone else’s husband all these years.

Glen was right, and Faith had wandered right into the middle of it. "I did not have an affair with your sister-in-law. We fucked. There's a difference." "And what the hell is the difference?" Selby shifted to straighten in his seat, his body tensing. "Affairs are emotional and come with expectations. Fucking is just that, sex with no strings." He took a pull from his cigar, holding the smoke longer this time before exhaling. He uncrossed his legs as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, the hand with the cigar draping over his other hand. "Office romances happen all the time, but Cherish knew I didn't want any emotional attachments. I had made it perfectly clear."

A row of ladies' leather shoes sat on the rack by the door, a pair of worn stockings draped over them. "I just got off work. Came straight here without even eating. By the way, your husband's not home?" My boss let out a bitter sigh. "That good-for-nothing man is gone all the time. Probably out chasing some other younger woman. He's made my life miserable." Her words dripped with hunger. She couldn't wait to devour me. I didn't hold back either. I gave her backside a firm squeeze. Soft. Bouncy. Unbelievably satisfying.

My heart skipped, my chest pounding, my pulse, jumping I grabbed it — Nothing. Just a dumb weather alert. I let out a breath that wasn’t relief. Nightshade was definitely ignoring me. Levi was intentionally driving into my emotional cracks. Come to think of it, all the men I've encountered so far just wanted one thing. Sex. And I'm definitely sure that's what Levi wants. I sat back on the counter, pouring the juice inside the glass, as the memories of Atticus and me came flooding down. I set my phone face down on the counter.