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Melody looked at Zach dotingly like a woman in love. Zach sure had his way with words. He could easily console Melody with just a few words. I did not listen to the rest of their conversation. My mind was only engrossed in one thing. No wonder Brandon did not like me—he was Melody's husband. I had to give it to Melody. She had an affair right under Brandon's nose, even when they worked together. I wondered what had happened to Brandon after my death in my past life. Then, an idea came to me. I was delighted.

I pressed on. "I went against mum's better judgement and decided to get involved with him. Over the years, he proved to be a good man and he loved me unconditionally or so I believed. We decided to tie the knot and we got married. It was the happiest day of my life because I was finally able to prove to mum that he wasn't who she thought he was." She paused and then "But I guess I was wrong. Clinton only saw me as a trophy wife and and went behind my back to do illicit things which he hid from me." "Overtime I heard rumours about his affair with other women outside our marriage but I didn't take it seriously. I mean he loved me right?" She asked but I didn't answer.

Then I looked him in the eye and said, "Paris is following me, Max." Max looked confused, which made me laugh. I explained that I had a fling in Paris, and now that fling was here and was an ex of someone close to me. I didn't go into full detail or mention names. "How did you manage to bring so much drama in two months into your life? You're the least dramatic person I know," Max said, laughing. At least he was having fun. Just then, my phone vibrated again. It was the unknown number. My heart skipped a beat as I opened the message.

I took a deep breath, reflecting on my words. "I met your dad at an exclusive bar. I'm a party animal, and he was nursing a broken heart when we crossed paths. We engaged in things even though we didn't exchange names. Over time, our encounters intensified, becoming more aggressive. We fell into a pattern, but I wasn't certain if he fell for me. It seemed like one-sided love; I believed he only desired my body. He often mentioned his first love, implying it was a mere physical connection. But everything changed. He was a married man when we began our affair. We leaned on each other, much like he did with his ex-wife, Rose. He left when he got what he wanted, just like he had with me. Now, he

I lay on a lounge chair by an empty pool as two strong men arranged me into different poses. The overwhelming sensations were like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I couldn't help tensing. My back arched and trembled before collapsing again. Before losing consciousness, I thought, "I'm sorry, honey!" … My name was Tracy Sandler, and I'd recently gotten married. When I thought about it, I realized that the first time I came close to having an affair happened under my husband, Chuck Bowden's orchestration.

I get home to find that my boyfriend has left me and then when I phone Francesca, she refuses to talk to me—’ Francesca’s name sent him into defence. ‘Francesca?’ 'Yes, Francesca. You know her. Steve’s wife. Why did you have to tell her, Graham?’ ‘Tell her what?’ 'Tell her what?!’ Clare mimicked. ‘About the affair, for God’s sake!’ She was no longer aggressive, but desperate, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Graham still held the tops of her arms. Clare tried listlessly to push his hands away. ‘The affair?’ Graham looked at her curiously. ‘Explain.’

‘So what is our story? ‘Story?’ ‘When did we fall in love? So I’ll know when people ask.’ He considered. ‘We had an affair last year,’ he said finally. ‘You quit your job and left me when I wouldn’t commit.’ ‘Believable.’ He glanced at her. ‘But I missed you. I’ve been secretly pursuing you for months—video chats, flowers, sending you jewelry and love letters and so forth.’ ‘Sounds nice,’ she said, looking away. ‘You invited me to your sister’s wedding, and we fell into each other’s arms. You surrendered to my charm and agreed to be mine at last.’

A kiss turned into more, and then we found ourselves in the bar's bathroom. My panties were on my knees while he shoved his thick, veiny cock in and out of my neglected pussy. Our chemistry was insane, he turned my body inside out, something that Tom couldn't do for years. I cheated on my husband, and I swore it wouldn't happen again. But now, the universe was playing a sick mind game with me. Here he was, my soon-to-be gynaecologist and my husband's close friend. Dr Marcus cleared his throat as he stood up, eyes still fixed on me, extending a hand to Tom.

“Do you think our marriage is over?” “I think we’ve reached a point of wear… where we’re looking for something new in other people.” She pressed her lips together, forming a frustrated pout. “Do you want to know what happened between me and that guy?” “I know enough.” “Sex. Just sex. You were always stuck in this office, in this hospital. We met because of an affair, and I felt attracted. He saw the opportunity. That’s it.” I crossed my arms. “That’s it? And still… three months?”

His gray eyes hold me. “Tell me what's happening to you, Dom.” Dominique releases me abruptly. “You're really willing to spoil my birthday, aren't you?” “I just want to understand what's going on…” “There's nothing to understand, Kiara.” “Oh, no? I want an explanation for all your behavior.” He runs a hand through his blond hair, huffing, clearly annoyed. “I had an affair in the past. My family got involved, fucked things up and I should have done more, but I didn't”, he speaks seriously, seeming to remember something.