After My Husband Cheated Novels & Stories

“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.

We both knew, we didn't marry each other out of love. Like any other conglomerate marriage, fidelity isn't part of the deal. If there is any loyalty left in us, it belongs solely to our family business. I had intentionally inserted a clause regarding the transfer of shares in the event of adultery. If Damian Lee cheated, half of his RQL Group shares would be transferred to me. And of course, the same applied to me if I cheated too, but that wouldn’t even happen. I thought it would be easy to wait for him to slip up. I mean, he’s Damian Lee. The people at the club would think he would get another girl on day one.

Chapter 4 Stranger From Last Night. Lyla Atelo. The last twenty four hours lay heavily on me. I was emotionally drained of everything. I had cheated on my husband. I didn't even wait to hear his explanations before doing something so stupid. A steaming cup of coffee was pushed in front of me, and I lifted my gaze to stare at my husband. Did he even consider me as his wife? Were we going to get divorced? What would my good-for-nothing family say if that happened?

His hips begun to circle up against my throbbing core "Tobias." As soon as I heard myself moan his name, I felt something stir within me, in the worst of ways. I quickly pulled away from his kiss, dropped my legs and pushed him away from me. I threw my hands over my face as I felt the years of painful unshed tears pool in my eyelids "Oh my god. Oh - I - I just - cheated on my husband -" I whimpered as I attempted to form a sentence "Chase, he - what am I -" my heart was hurting at the idea of what I had just done to us. I had changed everything, I had just carried out the exact act that my aching heart was already hurting from.

I thought as hot tears clouded my eyes, as I just started on. "I'm out of here," Anthony murmured,as he stormed out of there, and I knew where I was going to face him. I have cheated on my husband, and he has caught me red-handed. Now there is no escape for me. Since we started this love affair, I have been worried about some many things that would go wrong, including the fact that I was cheating on my husband with Sabastian. And I have always wanted to stop the affair I was having with Sabastian.

The words shattered something inside me. I stared at him, unable to process what I was hearing. “Go… home?” I whispered. Tears burned my eyes instantly. “You’re cheating on me…” I said shakily. Vanessa crossed her arms and looked away impatiently like she was tired of the scene already. “We’ll talk later.” Damien sighed softly. Later? My husband was standing in his office with another woman half naked in his arms and he wanted to talk later? I felt humiliated, pathetic and stupid.

When he leaves for months at a time and says the line: “It’s for us, baby. For our future. For the life we’re building. I used to nod and believe him. When he first started leaving, I told myself I missed him : the late-night calls and the empty side of the bed. Then I stopped lying to myself My husband was cheating on me. Ten years of marriage, and I dedicated every single one of them to this man. I cooked his favorite meals, wore the lingerie he liked and smiled through every lonely night so he could chase whatever the hell he was really chasing over there. It wasn’t that I let myself go after the wedding. Hell, I may be in my thirties, but I know exactly what I’ve got. I’m still tight in

“So you think you can disrespect me because I chastised you when you did wrong?” I twisted my lips derisively. “I was never wrong, and if you had cared to ask me instead of believing Zara, then you'd know the truth.” Travis shifted uncomfortably. “But I saw the pictures.” His face became harsh again. “You cheated on your husband. Now he is engaged to Zara whom he's always loved. Cut your losses and move on.” I groaned as I was hit with a harsh cramp in my stomach. I grabbed my box and glowered at him. “That's exactly what I'm trying to do if you'll only get out of my face.”

And now, my gaze stared at him with nothing but rage and hatred as I growled. “You are still going to play innocent? Or maybe you have forgotten your disgusting acts. Have you forgotten the day I came to you with so much hope and love? The day I escaped from prison and ran into a house I considered my home only to see my husband's dick buried deep within his mistress, Jennifer," I roared. A sharp pain pierced through my chest making it hard to breathe. That was one pain I could never deny. The burn of being cheated on and treated like a fool.

It was a shocking revelation, and I struggled to process what it meant. My head was spinning, and my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My husband, who I thought was faithful to me, had been cheating on me and had a two-year-old daughter with another woman. It was too much to take in. I watched in horror as the MC called the celebrant's parents to dance with their daughter. My husband stepped out, with Lucy by his side. I felt like the ground was giving way beneath me as they danced together, their child in their arms. I felt like my world was falling apart.