Our Affairs
For three long years, my husband Richard has refused to touch me. All because of one tragic accident that stole our three-month-old baby... an accident that wasn't even my fault.
I tried everything to win him back. I begged, I cried, I seduced. Nothing worked.
Desperate and burning with unmet desire, I found myself drawn to my new boss, Teddy. With one smoldering look, he awakens the fire I thought had died inside me. I crave him. I need him. But I'm still married... and I still love Richard with all my heart.
Then came the business trip that shattered everything.
In a single night, I discovered Richard's secret-he's been cheating on me all along.
Rage and years of pent-up hunger collided. That night, I finally unleashed.
But after the trip what becomes of me, my husband and my boss, even his lover.
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Chapter 5
Teddy had given me the Monday off-officially to "rest and sort things out" with my husband. The irony wasn't lost on me. Richard still hadn't come home from his so-called business trip. He'd called once the night before, voice casual, as if nothing had happened.
"Hello, babe. Are you still in Hawaii?" he'd asked.
I'd gone cold. "I've been home since Sunday," I told him flatly.
Silence. Then a quick recovery, excuses about meetings running late. I didn't bother arguing. I just hung up.
That evening I sat curled on the living-room sofa, absently eating apple slices, when I heard the familiar purr of Richard's car pulling into the driveway. He'd texted earlier that he'd be home tonight. I wasn't surprised, but my stomach still twisted.
The front door opened. "Hello, pretty," he said, stepping inside and closing it behind him. His smile was easy, warm-the same one that used to make my knees weak.
"I'm good," I answered, standing to meet his hug.
He pulled back slightly, reached into his jacket pocket, and produced a small velvet box. "Bought you something."
I opened it. A delicate diamond necklace sparkled against black satin-simple, elegant, expensive.
"Richard... this is beautiful." Genuine surprise softened my voice.
He caught my wrist, spun me gently, and pulled me into his arms. "Anything for my beautiful wife." Then he kissed me.
The kiss started soft, almost tentative. I froze for a second-why the sudden sweetness? Did he suspect something? But then his tongue found mine, slow and familiar, and old habits took over. I melted into it. God, I had missed him. Missed this. For years Richard had been my entire world, the man I believed I could love forever.
Until the memories crashed in.
The other woman. The lies. I'd already hired someone to dig deeper; soon I'd have proof. Real, undeniable proof. Then I would confront him.
His hand slid up to cup my breast. I pulled back gently, forcing a small smile. "You should take a bath and rest, dear. We have plenty of time."
"Hm. Of course we do." He kissed me once more-lighter this time-then headed to the bedroom.
I took a deep breath before sitting on the couch again. I really didn't know how much longer I could keep this up. But was he suddenly showing affection? Did he really want me now, or was he just trying so hard to make sure I didn't notice he was cheating on me?
I took a bite of the apple. I knew Richard loved me very much, but he didn't want me as much anymore. Whatever game he was playing was just to keep me from suspecting anything.
I smiled bitterly. In any case, as soon as I gathered enough evidence, I guessed I would take the next step.
The next morning I woke early, but Richard was already up which was unusual. Low voices drifted from the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the door, straining to listen. Before I could make out any words, he stepped out.
"Good morning, baby," I said quickly,
"Morning, dear." He hugged me back. "Sleep well?"
"Very. Why don't we plan a weekend away-just the two of us?"
He eased out of the embrace, moving toward the bed. "Babe, I don't know yet. You know how business is." A pause.
"Besides, you should get ready for work, right?"
Work. Right. At least there I'd see someone who actually wanted to see me. "Oh-yeah. Of course."
I started toward the bathroom.
"A trip, though..." he called after me. "I'll find time. Promise." His smile was so warm and gentle just the way I like it every morning but what is actually going on I thought.
"It would be fun," I said over my shoulder, then shut the door behind me.
At the office, my phone buzzed mid-morning.
"Hello, Payton." That deep, velvet voice sent heat curling low in my belly instantly.
"Hello, Mr. Murphy." I couldn't hide the smile in my tone. Damn I was so excited to hear his voice.
He let out a low, rumbling laugh. "Come to my office with those files. I'd like to review them."
"Right now?" I asked, already biting the end of my pen.
"Yes." Click. He hung up.
I grabbed the folder and walked down the hall, pulse already racing. When I stepped inside, I set the files on his desk with deliberate care. "Here are the files, Mr. Murphy."
His eyes lifted, dark and hungry, locking onto mine. He inhaled slowly, as if savoring the moment, then rose-tall, commanding-and loosened his tie as he rounded the desk.
"Kiss me," he said simply.
I smiled, glancing toward the door. "The door, It's not locked."
In two strides he closed the distance, lifted me effortlessly, and set me on the edge of his desk. Papers slid sideways. His fingers brushed my cheek. "Do you want me to lock it?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"Beg for it."
"Please, Teddy."
He held my gaze for a long moment-searching, teasing-then turned, crossed the room, and clicked the lock shut. When he returned, he was too close, heat radiating off him. My chest tightened. What the hell was I doing? What if someone-Brooke?-suspected? Fuck it. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly it hurt.
He stepped between my thighs. "Are you going to kiss me now?" His hands slid up my skirt, bunching the fabric.
My legs parted on instinct. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down.
"Yes," I whispered.
And then his mouth was on mine-hard, claiming exactly what I'd been craving.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him flush against me. Teddy cradled my face in both hands, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose-every inch he could reach.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured, eyes locked on mine.
"Teddy, you're killing me," I breathed, fingers already working his belt open. The zipper came down next, and there it was-the thick heat I'd been craving. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked slowly. A low moan rumbled in his chest as he kissed me harder, almost desperately.
He tugged my panties down in one smooth motion, then guided me closer. His fingers brushed my entrance before he positioned himself and slid inside. I melted against him, legs trembling, as he began to thrust-slow at first, then deeper. One hand stayed at my mouth, thumb tracing my lips, while those fearless blue eyes held mine captive.
The office phone shrilled on the desk. We ignored it.
"Yes... yes," I whispered, clutching his shoulders.
A sharp knock at the door.
Endlessly.
"What do you want?" Teddy called, voice strained but trying to sound normal. He didn't stop moving inside me.
I clamped a hand over my own mouth, eyes wide. The thrill of almost being caught sent heat racing through me.
"Someone's here to see you sir. I tried calling, but you didn't pick up." Brooke's voice echoed through the door.
"Who?" he asked, lifting me effortlessly and pressing my back to the wall so he could drive in harder.
"Teddy-" I gasped under my breath.
"Amanda. She says she's your friend."
"Let her wait in the waiting room. I'll be there in a minute."
"Alright, sir."
The footsteps retreated. Teddy buried his face in my shoulder with a guttural "Fuck-" and thrust once, twice more before pulling out abruptly. He strode to the private restroom attached to his office.
I scrambled to fix my clothes,smoothing my skirt, tucking my blouse, finger-combing my hair. My pulse was hammered. What now?
He returned a minute later, looking composed except for the slight flush on his cheeks. He cupped my face gently. "You okay? If you're not comfortable doing this here again, we won't. I mean it."
I searched his eyes. "Who's Amanda?"
He stared at me for a moment.
A slow, teasing smile curved his lips. "Jealous?"
"No," I said aloud, voice even. "Just asking."
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What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
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And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.
9.7
I was seven years into a perfect relationship, engaged to the man who helped me overcome my fear of commitment. I was even secretly pregnant with our first child.
A pet-sitting gig led me straight into the heart of his betrayal-a luxury apartment he shared with his mistress of a year. She had hired me personally to discover it all.
She then framed me for stealing the family ring he had promised me. At the police station, my fiancé rushed in not to defend me, but to shield her.
When I confronted him, he shoved me. Hard.
I hit the floor and lost our baby.
In the hospital, he had the audacity to beg for forgiveness, promising we could just "try again."
I saw the guilt in his eyes and used it. I made him sign over every asset we owned as penance. The moment the money was mine, I vanished. He thought he was buying my forgiveness.
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On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes.
She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia."
Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours.
He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity.
But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture."
I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her.
And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm.
Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite.
He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet.
He is wrong.
I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door.
And I changed the groom.
As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears.
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7.5
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Instead of coming home, a breaking news alert flashed on her screen: Emmett was at the hospital, protectively shielding his old flame, Eryn. When Daisy rushed to the VIP ward, Emmett physically blocked her to comfort a crying Eryn, completely forgetting it was his wife's birthday.
Heartbroken, Daisy demanded a divorce and fled. In response, Emmett ruthlessly froze all her bank accounts and trust funds, leaving her penniless in the freezing Manhattan rain. When she cornered him with divorce papers at a public funeral, a heavy metal cart slammed into her, tearing her calf wide open. Bleeding onto the marble floor, she begged him to sign. Instead, Emmett violently ripped the bloody papers to shreds.
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Daisy risked her life to escape through a window, dragging her bleeding leg to a dingy motel. But the real nightmare began when Eryn called. The tragic car crash that killed Daisy's adoptive parents ten years ago wasn't an accident—the brake lines were cut. And Emmett, the man she loved, had been using his vast corporate empire to protect the murderers all along.
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9.6
For five years, Elyse loved Trevor with everything she had, yet it meant nothing when his former lover returned-pregnant.
Reduced to the city's joke, Elyse chose dignity and handed him divorce papers, walking away with nothing.
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"I'm sorry... she's pregnant," he said, shattering what remained of her love.
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When Trevor knelt before her, begging, "Don't leave me..." She only watched, her heart long turned cold.
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9.0
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Drugged by her jealous cousin and best friend, she stumbled into the wrong hotel suite and lost her innocence to a terrifying, authoritative stranger.
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"Look at this mess! You were so desperate for money you'd sleep with some old man?"
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Five years later, she returned to the city not as a broken outcast, but as a legendary underground doctor and a ruthless biotech CEO.
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