روايات وقصص ضمن Story Of An Affair

"I have been carrying it for a long time. Since before any of this. Since a terrace at midnight three years ago if I am being completely honest about it. And I am done carrying it without saying it out loud." The restaurant moved around them. Other tables. Other conversations. Someone laughing at the bar. The ordinary warm noise of a Friday evening doing what Friday evenings did. Zara looked at him. She thought about three years ago and a bar and a conversation about glass facades that ran two hours. She thought about the terrace after midnight and the way he had kissed her like he had been deciding to for weeks and had finally run out of reasons not to. She thought about the six months he h

Wait what? I jumped out of bed when realization hit me, and just as I thought I was sleeping with a man. It was Aiden; it's not like he was crossing a line here because he is now my husband, but he should have slept in a different room. But who am I to complain? This is part of the arrangement, to live in his world as his devoted wife. I'd heard a lot about arranged marriages, but I never imagined that such an arrangement could have a lovely and affectionate side to it; I assumed it was all about papers and legal terms with no strings connected, but Aiden's agreement has a hole that may pull me in if I'm not cautious. Who would have thought of making an agreement to exhibit affection while r

Then a meeting in a quiet café in Midtown, where she wore a navy coat and looked at him like no time had passed at all. “Still drink your coffee too sweet?” she had asked with a smile. He did. Their affair wasn’t scandalous, at least not at first. It was quiet. Careful. A return to something he thought he had buried under family pressure and corporate ambition. They didn’t talk about the past too much. Or the future. Until one afternoon, when Janice sat across from him, her hands wrapped around a lukewarm mug she hadn’t sipped. “Osman,” she said, voice low. “I have to tell you something.”

In Paris, Ava stood silently at her exhibition, gazing at a painting she hadn’t meant to display. It was him. Damien, bathed in golden light, shirt slightly open, face buried in his hands on the edge of a bed. She’d painted it from memory—the morning after they made love. Before everything unraveled. An American couple nearby lingered. “He looks like he’s in love,” the woman whispered, “and breaking.” “Maybe he was,” her partner replied. Ava was unable to breathe. She ventured outside into the frigid Paris night, holding her chest as if she could push the pain back within. She wanted to go back. To ask why he let her go. Why he didn’t fight for her.

She knew it was going to be a long night. THE END Thank you so much for reading Forced Affairs. Please feel free to check out my other stories. Thank you.

I explain that the weight of the shocking revelation that I am just about to fill them with weighs heavily in my heart. Mr. Mazur clears his voice, curiosity etched on his eager, dull face. “And?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as if to set his ear in line with my mouth, but still not wanting to take his eyes off my mouth. His wife is no less eager, too. “You had an affair thirty years ago with a woman in your company. Her name was Hellen, and Ejay is the product of that affair.” I break the news, and thunder strikes them so hard.

Anne said. “But, how can that man sleep with both of them. Is that man a gay?” Tamika asked. “Yeah, that’s why he parted off from his wife, and started an affair with a man,” Dan answered. “You know this is what we call love has no eyes and also brain,” Dylan told. “Come on, don’t tease those people. They just loved the wrong person and done what if they are cheated. I think it’s a good story,” Ashley smiled. “That’s what I thought too. You guys didn’t understand the depth in this. Love and money can drive anyone insane,” Hector said.

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.

Scandal " Hot topic today The Heiress of the Lanston Hotel Cindy Montreal is the lover of Giovanni Monforte, her sister's fiance" The news in the entertainment industry. Cindy is just sipping her champagne on the yacht while watching the beautiful sunset on the ocean. " What a pity!" She giggled as she put down her champagne on the mini table on her side. Cindy gets her phone and immediately dials Giovanni's number. " Darling!" She greeted him in a sad tone.

Stacey, puzzled, sat down beside Damon, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "You know each other?" "Yeah. I forgot to mention it. Teacher Greene is my brother’s ex-girlfriend. We dated for several years and ended up having sex multiple times. She didn’t even think twice about having an affair with Ethan." Emerald didn’t respond to his nonsense. To others, Damon was just a desperate man obsessed with her. He always bragged about them having slept together, even though they hadn’t. No one suspected their so-called affair because he had betrayed her first, though it had only been emotional. Coming from a wealthy family, preserving a pristine reputation was essential. To maintain his imag