Hypocrisy Cheating Short Stories & Novels

"My Alpha, if your Luna knew that the embryo transplanted into her womb was actually our fertilized egg, she was just our surrogate, she'd probably be so furious to kill herself, right?" Elora gasped. My mate, Damon, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was kneading Elora's breasts. "I don't like her either. But if she dies, who's going to manage my pack? You little minx," Damon chuckled, pulling her from the front and ruthlessly pounded into her from behind. "So, we have to keep this a secret. When our child is born and inherits my Alpha position, we'll deliver the final blow to her." I pretended not to know. I gave birth to the child and raised him with great care. Twenty-two years later, after my son Torin completed his studies, we handed over the Alpha position and all my wealth to him. At the succession ceremony, in front of the elders, nobles, and alliance leaders, Elora walked in arm-in-arm with my mate, holding a DNA paternity test report up to me. "Torin is the biological son of Damon and me. Now, it's time to return him to me." My son pulled out a small vial, said to me mercilessly, "This is a potion I got from a witch. Drink it now, break the mate bond with my father, and get as far away as possible." I smiled slightly, "Alright."

Today is my birthday. But my wife, Talia Ford, tells me that she can't spend time with me today. She needs to accompany her uncle, Adam Ford, to his physical checkup. I'm about to convince Talia to stay with me when a row of comments suddenly pops up in front of my eyes. "Stop wasting your breath. Just let her go. "In your previous life, Talia insisted on keeping her uncle company, so you could only return to your research lab to work. But you predicted that the dead volcano located next to Bareyard Village would erupt tonight. So, you forcibly stopped Talia and made her go back to the village to save her grandpa. "But when her uncle went for the physical checkup on his own, he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Engulfed by despair, he took his own life by jumping off the hospital. "After he died, Talia pinned the blame on you. She bought some potent rat poison and poisoned your food, thus killing you."

The year Leonard Jasper goes bankrupt, he takes a job as a butler at the Sullivan residence to make money. Wanting to help him shoulder his debts, I join him and take a job as a maid there. But when static from my cheap knitted shirt shocks Xandra Sullivan, the Sullivan family's eldest daughter, Leonard locks me in the shock room. "Honey, she's Ms. Sullivan. We're household staff. If I don't punish you, we'll both lose our jobs." He shuts the electrical cabinet door, giving me no chance to defend myself. After being shocked until I'm covered in purple bruises, I finally manage to crawl out of the shock room, only to find Leonard pinning Xandra against the wall, kissing her passionately. With a commanding edge to his voice, he says, "Lift your hips. You're soaking wet. Does role-playing feel this good?" With her earlobe between his teeth, Xandra says coyly, "You're having just as much fun, aren't you?" He silences the moans that follow with a kiss. When she speaks again, my heart turns cold. Xandra says mockingly, "She still doesn't know you're married, does she?" He frowns and smacks her on the butt. "Shut up and focus." "Don't forget, our marriage is nothing more than a marriage of convenience. She's the one I truly love. What right do you have to talk about her?" A bone-deep chill runs through me. So it turns out he isn't actually bankrupt. I'm nothing more than his kept woman. Heartbroken and disillusioned, I choose to leave. Yet Leonard spends the next three years desperately searching everywhere for me.

During summer break, I returned home unannounced, hoping to surprise my family. But the moment I stepped through the door, my elder brother, Ronan, called the police. "Hello. I'd like to report a burglary at my house." Only when the police officer handcuffed me did I snap out of my trance and scream, "Dad, Mom, Julian, don't you recognize me? I'm Alba!" My parents shook their heads in unison. "We don't know her." Even Julian Murphy, the man I had dated for five years, averted his gaze. "I guess she's a stalker who thinks I'm her boyfriend." I spent fifteen days drowning in despair. Finally, my best friend, Samantha Lynch, showed up and bailed me out. I couldn't help but complain bitterly about the absurdity of the situation. "Sammy, how could Ronan do this to me? If it was a prank, it wasn't funny…" But Samantha offered no comfort. Instead, she took me to a five-star hotel. Before I could ask why we were there, I looked out the window—and froze. Outside in the courtyard, Julian and my twin sister were kissing passionately among the rose bushes. My parents stood nearby, smiling proudly as they raised their glasses to the guests. Samantha sighed. "There's one thing I need to tell you. Julian has always been in love with Bianca. It was their engagement ceremony the other day. However, your unannounced return triggered her, and she almost committed suicide. Your untimely return almost ruined the wedding. You already had Julian to yourself for five years. Why don't you let him go now and give them the happiness they deserve?" As confetti poured down like rain, two trails of hot tears marked my cheeks. Everyone I knew had worked together to protect Bianca, as though she were made of glass. But they treated me like an outsider. And from beginning to end, I had been the only one left in the dark.

During a round of truth or dare, my boss, Victoria Hale, leaned in and kissed my husband, Ethan Graves. As just another junior employee, I didn’t even have the chance to call her out in front of everyone. Instead, I slipped away to the restroom and asked Ethan for a divorce. He brushed it off as if I were only sulking. "Don’t take it so seriously. She’s just had too much to drink. In the corporate world, you have to entertain, play along for the sake of the project." However, in the very next round, when Victoria was dared to kiss someone else, Ethan flipped the table in front of everyone. "Touch her, and see what happens."

One week before the wedding, I accidentally came across a copy of my girlfriend's abortion procedure report. She always insisted she was uninterested in being intimate, yet behind my back, she had secretly aborted another man's baby. Instead of questioning her, I quietly put the report back where I found it. For the next week, I went along with the wedding planning, picking out the outfits and rings. But on the day of the wedding, the bride, waiting endlessly for the groom who never came, lost her mind.

I was three months pregnant when my fiancé left me to marry his first love, Isabella Thompson. Soon after, I was in a car accident. I survived, but our baby didn't. My childhood friend, Daniel Smith, found out and insisted on marrying me despite his family's objections. He spent a fortune on the best doctors to ensure I recovered fully. Later, he arranged a grand proposal, confessing he had loved me for years. I was touched and agreed to marry him. But three years later, I overheard his conversation with his friend, Mike Perez. "Remember years ago when Isabella stole Jessica's fiancé? To avoid any future trouble for Isabella, you married Jessica and even caused that car accident, which killed the baby she was carrying. Now, can she even get pregnant anymore?" Mike asked. "No, I love Isabella," Daniel replied. "I just didn't want to have any babies with Jessica, so I put birth control in her water." I trembled, unable to believe what I had heard. It turned out Isabella was also Daniel's first love. I figured it was time for me to leave.

I was born into a regular family in the Moonridge Pack with no status, but through years of training, I fought my way up to become our pack's Gamma. My father was just an Omega and he worked as an ordinary salesman who always claimed he was too busy for family. When he finally took a vacation, I spent $100,000 of my own money to plan a luxury cruise for us all. Then his mistress Sarah and her daughter Emily heard about our trip and suddenly wanted to join. Without even discussing it, my father gave them our luxury suite and relegated Mom and me to the cramped staff quarters below deck. Even my grandmother, a respected elder, supported his decision. My fourteen-year-old brother took their side too, charmed by their fake sweetness. So I changed our plans. I took Mom on a first-class flight to a private island resort instead, where we spent three perfect months. That's when the family started to panic...

The supplementary card I've issued for my grandmother shows that an eight-thousand-dollar purchase has taken place in another city. But the transaction records show that the money is used on hymenoplasty. I'm shell-shocked, to say the least. Grandma is 84 years old this year. She's been bedridden and paralyzed for years. Why would she even get hymenoplasty done on her, to begin with? But when my investigation leads me to a plastic surgery hospital, I find out that my wife, Stella Watson, is actually the lead doctor of said clinic. So, I call her to demand answers from her. However, Stella refuses to answer my questions properly. "Don't worry, honey. Something's most likely wrong with the system. Betsy is already this old—why would she have her hymen repaired?" That's just a bullshit answer coming from her. She seriously thinks I'm gullible enough to believe her. I merely huff coldly in return before calling my dad, who works in the Department of Commerce. "Dad, Stella is most likely cheating on me. I want her plastic surgery hospital as compensation for my impending divorce!"

My Alpha mate has canceled our carefully planned honeymoon trips fourteen times for his Omega secretary. The first time, because of the secretary's phone call about "lost territorial maps," he didn't hesitate to abandon me at a strange Nordic airport. The second time, because of the secretary's plea for help, he drove back alone to the pack's core territory, leaving me alone in the dangerous hunting grounds. For four years, I carefully planned fourteen honeymoon trips, but each time my mate would abandon me to choose to accompany his Omega secretary. Finally, I stopped insisting and decided to give up this mating relationship that was never firmly chosen. But when I joined the Alpha Council's secret research project and decided to leave forever, he cried and searched the whole world for me.

Late at night on a business trip, my phone chimes with an alert from our family health app. "New weight logged: 176.8 pounds." I stare at the digits, oblivious to the hot ash falling onto the back of my hand. My wife, Jayda Cohen, is notoriously strict with herself. Her weight is locked at a steady 132 pounds. None of her friends push past 150 pounds, either. So who on earth is standing on that scale right now?

When we got married, Luke Anderson swore that we would never end up in a divorce. Hence, when I learned that he had cheated on me, I only asked him two questions. “Are you going to break up with her, or is one of us going to die? “Which one of us will die?” Luke stared at the dagger in my hand. Then, he dropped onto his knees and chose me over his lover. After that, in order to ease my mind, no matter how busy he was, he would update me on everything he was doing. He would also return home every single night. My mother watched his behavior and nudged me. “It’s good that he’s learned from his mistakes. I think you should have a baby soon, then both of you could focus on raising your child.” My father agreed with a smile. “After all, he’s a man. Once he has a child, he’ll stop fooling around.” I did not share the same thought, but coincidentally, I got pregnant at the same time. In order to make me keep our baby, Luke transferred 90% of his company shares to me. He made a lot of preparations. Throughout my pregnancy, he did not let me suffer at all. However, just as I was happily looking forward to our family life, Luke brought two children forward to me after I gave birth. One of them was much older than the other. He insisted that they were twins. As he faced my questions, he was not frantic. He snorted and retorted, “Elly, why can’t you just act dumb for once? Do you think I’ll be as nice as I was three years ago?” I was shocked. A hint of glee flashed across his eyes. “Three years ago, you asked me to either break-up or die, and you threatened to kill either one of us. “So, I’ll ask you this now. Do you want your newborn daughter to lose her dad, or do you want her to lose her mom instead?” The memory shot through me like a bullet. It turned out that Luke had not changed his behavior three years ago out of remorse. He was just waiting for the exact moment when I had no choice but to give in to him.

The ninety-ninth time Luca Moretti canceled our wedding, I was on my way to the venue. "The Delorme shipment leaves the docks at ten tonight. Go keep an eye on it." Through the phone, I could hear the noise of a party and Nina's whining voice. "Luca, let's hit a bar after this, okay? We haven't let loose like this in forever." I tightened my grip on the phone. "You said we'd go see the wedding venue tonight." "Another time, Sophia. The shipment can't wait, and Nina deserves a chance to unwind." He paused, as if something had just occurred to him, and added, "Nina's craving the soufflé from that French place on the south side. Grab one on your way back." I stood there for three seconds. Then I nodded. "Okay." We'd been together for five years. He'd given me the title of Donna, but he'd never given me a wedding. Since he was always so busy, there was no point in having one at all.

At my mom's funeral, my lecturer wife, Vivian Carter, decides to have a rendezvous with her student, Noah Myers, with ten packs of condoms in her bag. Once they are done with their passionate lovemaking, Noah uploads a photo to his social media feed. It features a red-faced Vivian lying on his bed. Meanwhile, the clothes of mourning that she's worn to the funeral are strewn all over the floor. The caption reads, "The only who's not loved is the actual homewrecker here. My relationship has finally borne fruit!" His feed goes wild with comments. Everyone mocks me for being a shameless simp for Vivian, and that I've been ruining Noah's relationship with her this whole time. My mentor, Avery Sanders, is sick with worry. But I, on the other hand, merely brew myself a cup of coffee. Then, I say lightly, "Since he likes uploading his intimate photos that much, I might as well upload photos of his and Vivian's bastard child as well as their paternity tests. Here's the caption—I, the legal husband, am now defending my pride as a married man. "Now, I'd like to see if Noah and Vivian are capable of bearing the consequences of pissing off my prestigious and wealthy family!"

While my husband, Gerald Brown, was abroad negotiating a business deal, he was drugged and spent the night with a female secretary from a rival company. The drug’s side effects scrambled his memory so badly that he forgot who I was. He kicked me out of the master bedroom and let the secretary smash my grandmother’s heirloom. I told myself he was sick and stayed silently by his side. But when I suggested taking him for a medical checkup, he hit me for the first time. “Who do you think you are? Only Ailey is allowed to touch me. If she gets jealous, you’ll regret it.” When the secretary framed me, he pushed me down the stairs, and I suffered a miscarriage. Late one night, when my heart condition flared up, I went to his study for medicine but overheard him talking to his friend outside the door. “Faking amnesia to bring Ailey home is one thing, but why replace your wife’s heart medication? Now, she’ll never return to the hospital for surgery.” Gerald just chuckled. “If I don’t keep her weak, she’ll go to the hospital and check the hospital records and find out I was never drugged. Ailey’s been timid since childhood and even went undercover for me in a rival company. I can’t betray her.”

The fifth anniversary of my marriage to my wife, Roxanne Clark, coincides with the National Day. We agree to spend the holiday together at the Ermane Sea. But on the morning of our departure, Roxanne hurriedly packs her luggage and informs me, "Something came up at work. I have to go on a business trip." I believe her. But later that night, I see a post from her first love, Conrad Jensen. In the photo, the two of them are standing close together with their fingers intertwined. Their matching couple bracelets are impossible to miss. I smile bitterly. In the end, she did go to the Ermane Sea, but not with the person she promised. I do not call to confront her. Instead, I calmly gave the post a "Like". One minute later, Roxanne calls me frantically and explains, "This is all a misunderstanding. We just happened to run into each other during the business trip. I'll definitely make it up to you on the next National Day." I chuckle dismissively and say, "It's fine. Have a great time." Roxanne looks extremely shocked as she asks, "Why aren't you jealous this time?"

On the way to an art exhibition, I get into a devastating car accident. My face is covered in blood as my husband, Benedict Stiles, frantically tears through the wreckage. He pulls me free and rushes me into emergency surgery. As the anesthesia begins to take effect, I vaguely hear his voice. "Doctor, she's already unconscious and badly injured. Remove her corneas and transplant them into Melanie right now. Her world tour's kicking off next month. She can't afford to lose her sight!" "But your wife is an artist, too," the doctor says in a trembling voice. "If she goes blind, it'll destroy her!" Benedict's tone leaves no room for discussion. "Melanie took a knife for me years ago. I owe her my life, and I'm going to repay that debt. "Once my wife loses her sight, I'll transfer all the shares I own to her and make sure she's taken care of for the rest of her life. I'll be her eyes. But Melanie needs her sight back immediately." I tell myself that I must be dreaming. But when I wake up, my entire world is pitch-black. The sheer absurdity of what he's done overwhelms me, along with despair. So when Benedict books an entire private island and prepares to renew his vows to me beneath a sky filled with fireworks, I don't hesitate to set the whole island on fire.

Maren Reeves, my best friend, suddenly told me she'd gotten back together with her ex. I tore into her for going back to a man who'd already hurt her, but she only gave me a bitter smile. "Maybe some people are just destined to keep getting tangled up with each other. Renee, I don't need your validation. I just don't want you to be mad at me." At the time, I didn't understand what Maren really meant. I thought she was only worried I'd get worked up over that jerk again. Seeing the conflict on her face, I couldn't bring myself to keep scolding her. I simply hugged her and told her not to settle for anything that made her unhappy. Then, a year later, I went to the hospital because of severe menstrual cramps and unexpectedly saw her leaving the maternity ward. Confused, I was about to approach her when a man hurried over, carefully helping her along and fussing over her every need. In an instant, I instinctively ducked behind the corner, my entire body trembling uncontrollably. Because that man was none other than Isaiah Cole, my husband of three years.

"Miss Hudson, we have prepared a corpse identical to you, just as you requested. It will be delivered to your wedding with Mr. Warhol in ten days." Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Violet Hudson felt a small knot of tension unwind inside her. "Alright. Thank you." "You're welcome. This is our job. Please rest assured—no one will ever suspect a thing." With that guarantee, she exhaled, the weight on her chest easing just a little. After confirming the final details once more, she ended the call and pushed open the door to the private room. The noise inside had been a constant hum, a mix of voices overlapping, but the moment she stepped in, silence fell like a curtain.

edric Blackwood was about to mark me at our bonding ceremony when Elena Marsh, a wolfless girl, burst in. She wore a necklace made with one of Cedric's fangs, which he'd broken off while in wolf form. She held it up and confronted Cedric. "You promised this necklace would grant me three wishes." Cedric immediately stepped away from me. "First, you can't touch Cassandra tonight. Second, the vows you wrote for her are for me alone." Cedric went quiet. Then, with everyone watching, he took Elena's hand and gently recited the vows he'd written for me. "And the third?" Elena glanced at me with a smug smile. "In three days, I want you to choose me as your mate." I turned to Cedric, certain he would refuse her. Instead, he agreed without hesitation. Then he looked at me. "Cassandra, I swore to the Moon Goddess that I'd grant her three wishes. I can't break my oath. I have to give her what she wants. We'll have to call off today's bonding ceremony." Then he walked away without another word. The man I'd loved for ten years didn't even look back. A cold night wind swept across the ceremony grounds, putting out the torches one by one. As the last flame died, so did my love for him. But Cedric had forgotten something important. Without me as his mate, he could never become Alpha King.