Tales Of Infidelity Book Novels & Stories

I stopped near the bookshelf, braced my hands against the wood, and bowed my head. I had built an entire future on trust. On the belief that Leana might be difficult, might be manipulative in small ways, but wouldn’t betray me like this. That whatever her flaws were, infidelity wasn’t one of them. And now there was a child involved. That was the part that twisted the knife. If I didn't swap with Nathaniel, I'd be legally married to her long before now. To think Madelyn left me because of the child. I picked the phone back up and called the investigator, needing to hear it out loud even though I already knew what he was going to say.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Then, Nadya grabbed Erwin by his collar. "Why are you doing this to me, Erwin? Didn't you promise that you would love me forever. You promised to be faithful to me. So, this is all a lie, right? You didn't cheat on me. My Erwin... My Erwin couldn't have been this mean to me. He only love me" "I love another woman." Nadya kept shaking Erwin's shoulder while crying loudly. "What did I do wrong, Erwin? Why did you betray me? If I made a mistake, please tell me. I'll fix it."

I really wonder if really relationships are made in heaven than definitely there shouldn’t be any flaws in the relationship. After marriage what girl expects, what are her expectations, what she sacrifices and what are the reality? I hope this book won’t feel short for me to describe all these above in details.

I was woken up by the sound of an argument from the next room. "...When did you get a vasectomy? Why didn't you tell me? Are we not going to have any children? Shouldn't you be even happier with me?" From next door, Steve's deep, cold voice drifted over, "Alice, having you is enough for me. I don't want any trace of her left in our lives. As for the babies, I'll find a way to get rid of them. You just need to be Miss Shaw." It turned out he had everything planned out.

"More real than either of us ever understood. And these last few days, I've finally learned exactly why. It's a long story, Jasmine. Longer and stranger than I think either of us is prepared to have standing in a courtyard at seven in the morning. But I promise you, whatever you think I did by disappearing abandoning you, abandoning Leo that was never the truth of it." "Then what is the truth of it?" she demanded, though her voice had lost most of its earlier sharpness, replaced by something closer to genuine, frightened confusion. I looked at her for a long moment, at the exhaustion carved into her face, at the fierce, protective love she'd clearly spent days holding together for a son who

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Every midnight we push further, fucking filthier, teetering closer to discovery. One afternoon I duck into the silent library, desperate for a moment away from the endless ache between my legs. My hand brushes a cracked leather diary hidden behind ancient books. I pull it free, my pulse racing. The pages are yellowed, but the words sear into me: a sister from centuries ago, spilling every sinful detail of her priest lover, how they met in this exact garden, how he pinned her against the wall and fucked her raw under the moon, how she came screaming around his bare cock night after night until a shadow at the window saw everything. Punishment. Shame. Exile. I read it crouched in the stacks, t

His face had gone pale, and she could see the anger building behind his eyes. "Even his divorce won't justify your relationship after the rumors of infidelity! So don't ever think about going back to him! I won't allow it, Emmeline. I won't stand by and watch you destroy your life for some older man who's already proven he can't be faithful to his commitments." Emmeline withdrew her hand from his and turned her face away with disgust, her jaw clenched so tight it ached. The hypocrisy of his words stung more than she'd expected—as if her own father hadn't been unfaithful to her mother for years, as if their family had any moral high ground to stand on.

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.