Young Australian Woman Reveals How She Fell into a Secret Affair with a Married Man Living in London

Before you judge me, please understand — becoming the other woman was never part of my plan.

I was young, living my best life, and having fun when things took a surprising turn.

Moving from Australia to London in my early 20s was everything I’d hoped for.

I felt free, independent, and was out with friends almost every weekend.

But one night at a buzzing Soho bar, I locked eyes with Oliver*, a man in a sharp suit whose charm was irresistible.

The Beginning of Something Electric

We hit it off instantly — the kind of chemistry you see in movies.

He was smooth, and I was swept away by his attention.

What started as playful flirting ended with us in bed hours later, and from that moment, I was hooked.

In the weeks that followed, it felt like a dream.

Romantic texts, perfect dates, and incredible chemistry made me believe I’d finally found “the one.”

I told my friends confidently that I was head over heels.

But reality hit fast. One evening, after a cozy dinner at his townhouse, I noticed a baby blue high chair in the corner of the room.

My heart stopped.

I managed to ask, “Are you married?” His face fell, but he didn’t lie.

He admitted he’d been married for five years, with a wife and toddler living at their other home.

He told me the spark in his marriage was gone and that meeting me had brought it back to life.

He said he loved me but couldn’t leave his family.

I should have walked away then.

I should have been angry and told him—and myself—that none of us deserved this.

But I was already in too deep.

Knowing the truth made me complicit, and strangely, the secret affair added a rush of excitement.

I knew when he was with me, his wife thought he was working late.

Weekend getaways were always “business trips.”