Toxic Affair Novelas e Histórias

Feeling pissed, Xavia replied, “His girlfriend fell for someone else, you say… What if it was your friend who cheated on her first?” Raising a slight brow, Zivon replied, “Hmm? I didn’t mention any names, you know? Also, you sound pretty sure of what my friend did even though you really don’t know the whole story yet.” …This fucker was still denying his affair?! In her fury, Xavia retorted, “Well, do you know the whole story about his girlfriend, then…?! Isn’t your story one-sided too?! Huh?!” Sensing the pressure, the kids looked at each other before muttering, “…Um… Why are you fighting over someone else…? That aside, I think there’s no need to meddle with their affair that much…”

“You’re a liar!” “You wanna bet?” Eric asked, arching one dark brow. “When they were married, he betrayed your Mommy with Eve. Do you know what an affair is? What it means to cheat?” “Like in a game or on a test?” Parker inquired curiously. “No honey, not exactly.” Eric corrected gently. “When two people are married, they promise they’ll only…” He paused to search for a toddler-appropriate term, “kiss each other for the rest of their lives. But Cheating is if one of them breaks that promise and kisses someone else, and an affair is when they keep kissing that other person for a long time.”

Even though we had our fights, we were partners in exhibiting tyranny wherever we went. I smiled when I remembered how we had humiliated a lady at one of the get together we often had in the neighborhood. Xavier and I had always regarded her as a zombie because of the heavy makeup she always had on. That fateful day after discussing her Xavier had dared me to move over to her and call her a zombie. She was so enraged when I called her, that she had to leave the function in embarrassment but unfortunately for Xavier and I were given the trashing of our lives. Chuckling, I made my way out of my apartment but stopped abruptly.

It was then the hospital director realized there was no containing the situation and stopped the department head, who looked as if he were about to intervene. “Clearly, things have gotten out of hand. Perhaps it’s best to clear up any misunderstandings here and now,” the director said, turning toward me. Taking a steadying breath, I fought to stay calm. “Emily, I don’t know where this affair accusation came from, but I’m married. I have never interfered in anyone else’s marriage.” “Oh, so you’re going to deny it?” Emily sneered. “Well, today, I’m going to expose your true colors!”

If the story ended there, it would have been a simple one. My mother had committed a crime and paid the price. But what if we added their identities? The pregnant woman was Serena Miller. Her lover was Daniel Zimmerman. My father. And also my mother’s husband. Yes. It was the oldest affair story in the world. The kind where your best friend steals your husband. The mess between the three of them was tangled beyond explanation. I looked at Serena and said, “I know Mom made you lose your baby, and then Mom went to prison.”

She could smell his cologne, she could feel his presence, she could sense his anger. "So you admit it, then," Maite said, her voice a low murmur, her eyes fixed on Aaron, her gaze unwavering. "You admit you and Hilary had an affair." Aaron slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing in the small apartment. "Get out of my apartment," he said, his voice a low growl, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and disgust. "I'm disgusted by you. I'm disgusted by what you've done. I'm disgusted by the way you're behaving."

I hissed. He looked at me, a look of shock flashed in his eyes but it vanished the instant it entered. "It's a toxic marriage." He said calmly, adjusting his tie. “You wanted me to hate you, right? To show me, there you go. You did it.” I snarled, pointing my finger in contempt. “I hate you more than my fucking Father.” I growled. His lips part, brows knitted in confusion and controlling this, he breathed out. “We just had an intercourse, we have done it before, we got married for this. You agreed, you signed. How many times do you want me to repeat that all of this is your choice?”

“Ohh sh…” Eric almost cursed in surprise. He took a deep breath and brushed his hair with his fingers. “Why did Jane let you watch those stupid dramas?” Eric whispered to himself. He looked back at Eugene and said, “That’s not it.” “Then tell me the meaning of it. Then I will decide again.” “Alright, an ‘affair’ is infidelity within a committed romantic relationship, most commonly considered a type of chea…” Eric remembered that he should have shortened the explanation for Eugene to understand.

"Whatever's going on with you, we can get through it. I know you've been under stress. I know things with Sophia have been—complicated. But that doesn't mean we have to throw everything away." I stopped walking. Turned to face him. "Throw everything away?" I repeated. "Daniel, you had an affair for over a year. You had a child with another woman while you were still married to me. You used my money to support them. And when I came to you—bleeding, terrified, with nowhere else to go—you closed the door in my face." He stared at me. "That's not what happened," he said finally. "It's exactly what happened. You just don't want to admit it."

Longing makes it grow, and sometimes, as long as it is satisfied, it is best forgotten. “I know your schedules,” Victor broke the silence. “I forced the cable car to stop,” he proceeded. “What?” Aria was shocked, but that was not the last of it. “Well, I have this moment recorded, Victor.” Aria took over the ‘shocking confession stage’. “I have been so lonely,” she spilled while running her index finger on Victor’s open chest. “I want this every Friday evening, Mr. else we know Maria and Marlene would hate to hear that their father is cheating and would very much hate their father for making their mother cry.” “Are you threatening me?” Victor asked, surprised. “Nope, I am going to make you m