After My Husband Cheated Novels & Stories

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

When he finally succeeded, I no longer had a place in his heart. When Anna returned to the country, he rescheduled all his meetings and rushed to the airport to meet her. She lied to him that she had left years ago because of a terminal illness, and she did not want to burden him. He believed her and felt extremely guilty. Since then, he had been very patient, gentle, and loving toward her. He was so lost in her wiles that when I got into a car accident while in labor, Anna had lied to him. She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy.

—Of course, doctor. I still couldn’t believe that my husband, Matt, was the cause of all this. Ever since his secretary, Anais—his childhood love—had returned from the United States, he had become an unrecognizable man, as if he no longer had time for me. With pain tearing at my soul, I lowered my hand and signed the abortion papers. Yes, I was pregnant. Pregnant with my husband’s child—the same husband who no longer loved me, who chose Anais over me every chance he got.

"I see now. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to stall me so I can't go to Yasmine. Ha! I never thought you'd play hard to get. However, that won't work on me." Seeing him like this, I felt an unexpected sense of relief that I realized the importance of cutting losses in time. After he was done scolding me, I got off the car. As I watched his car speed away, I let out a deep sigh and went back to work. Back in the office, I continued coding when a cup of coffee was placed beside my hand. "What's wrong? Did you and your husband have an argument?" Shawn Jacobi, my friend from college, had joined the company after graduation. We used to talk about everything. However, we g

I knew that voice, I recognized it from earlier today. “Mr. Vetrov is currently not available, please call back later.” She added. I could hear the sound of a shower rushing in the background. I couldn’t believe it. If he was with another woman and the shower was on, that could only mean one thing. My husband was cheating on me barely three days after our wedding! I felt my heart dip into my stomach, my legs grew weak, unable to carry my body. The call was disconnected and the phone dropped out of my hand.

he started telling the story. For an unknown reason, I felt my heart pound. My husband cheated on me with his ex-girlfriend. Even though I don't remember anything, it's like my heart is pinched with pain. "And then the one day came, Liam went to our house to go out with you. When I found out, I was afraid that you might leave me and go with him, so I got drunk and went to the restaurant where you were. I was so jealous that night until we got home and we had a bad fight." He stopped speaking, and I felt like his voice was breaking.

I was happy, but I wanted to know how she felt about everything. “You will see her mom, but I want to know if you are okay.” “Do you mean you want to know how I feel about my husband sleeping with both men and women and how I feel about him having another child?” “Mom,” I breathed out. “When the water spills, it has spilled. There is nothing you can do. Frank Cooper is my husband’s son, and that is just the saddest truth. But you know what? I can’t pretend I like him or hate him. But I can’t ignore that my husband cheated on me. Frank seemed to be a decent young man. I hope he gets the help he needs.”

The timeline and corporate entities perfectly matched my history. Finally, an entertainment account dropped "internal chat logs" and claimed my arranged marriage had always been part of a calculated scheme to take over Henderson Group. According to their narrative, I had blown the situation with Archie out of proportion because I was jealous and couldn't stand seeing him and Valerie genuinely in love. To top it off, they dug up photos of Stacey and me from years ago, saying we had been romantically involved for ages and staged this entire sequence together. Three heavily manipulated hashtags climbed up the list of trending topics.

In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades. I truly believed that because I loved him and had shared his hardships, we’d grow old together. Even when I found out about his affair and that he had gotten another woman pregnant, I still foolishly thought he would come back to me. It wasn’t until he threw me in prison and caused my parents’ deaths over that college girl that I finally came to my senses. Even lovers who met at a young age could see their relationship deteriorate this badly. True love was never eternal. I smoothed the creases on my resignation letter. My gaze remained calm.

“Do you normally approach emotionally unstable women at lounges?” “Only on special occasions.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he continued. “Most people here are pretending to be important or pretending to be happy. You at least seem honest.” Something about that made me unexpectedly quiet. Maybe because I hadn’t felt understood in a very long time. I lowered my gaze to my drink again, watching the ice shift against the glass. “My husband’s cheating on me.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. His expression shifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.