After My Husband Cheated Novels & Stories

She confessed to me as my heart sank. It took me a moment to respond as my stomach filled with boulders that pulled it down deep into the depths of despair. My husband had been cheating on me for the past 4 months, and I didn't even realize it. He had been telling me that he was working on expanding our tavern into the city, trying to find the perfect property and secure the permits. I was truly flabbergasted by the information, and incredibly disheartened. "Um, no, its um, I gotta go. Thanks for being honest with me Stacey. I truly do appreciate it." I told her quickly doing my best to contain my emotions.

Richard tried to reach for my hands as he said his, but I swatted them away in an instant. “What are you even saying to me?” I growled still bewildered at his words. “You want my ex to marry my sister… the same person he cheated on me with, in my own house?” “No, that's not what I'm saying, Audrey,” Richard replied, his voice soft and gentle. “Then what are you saying?” I snarled as I lowered my voice. “This man punched you in the face because of me. Isn't it obvious that he's up to no good?”

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

AVERY WINTERS Their backs were facing me, so they couldn't see me, as tears burst out of my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. The pain in my chest became stiff and suffocating, making it hard to breath properly. Right now, it felt like my whole world had crumbled, and all the things I held so dear to my heart had all crashed right before my eyes. All the doubts I had earlier, silenced with hope were now screaming the ugliest truth at me— the truth that my husband was truly cheating on me with another woman.

But I wasn't exactly proud of the woman I was either. My husband cheated on me. Hell, even now, I was certain he was doing exactly that. If he wasn't having sex with me, then he was getting it somewhere else. And that was fine with me. It bothered the shot out of me before, but not anymore. I had Adam to think about.

I dressed frantically, hands shaking so badly I could barely work the zipper. This can't be happening. I love Derek more than anything. We've been trying for a baby for three years. The IVF finally worked and I'm seven months pregnant with our miracle babies. I would never cheat. Especially not with my stepbrother. The room door exploded open. I screamed, spinning around, one shoe on and one off. Camera flashes exploded like grenades behind me. Voices overlapped: "Mrs. Morrison, what do you have to say about the affair?" "Is the baby your brother's?"

I said as I shook my head, trying to nullify his claim. “You weren’t scared, you just didn’t trust me enough to forgive you. You just didn’t deem it fit to tell me. Do you have an iota idea of how humiliating it is for me? Finding out my husband, with whom I have spent more than 5 years of my life with, cheated on me at our daughter’s birthday party is what I least expected to happen to me” I said with pain in my heart.

“He’s lying. He was my husband, and now he has an affair baby with Celine Jones. I’ll swear on every word in court.” There was an uproar. Jonas panicked, explaining in disbelief, “Sorry, everyone. Her condition is acting up again! She developed schizophrenia after we broke up.” He even took out a medical report. It was not a bad plan, accusing me of mental illness so everyone would disregard what I said. He then ordered his bodyguards to gag me and drag me away. That was just what the world was like. Only the strong had the right to speak. He came prepared… but I was not going to lose.

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "So I had to wait. I had to wait for evidence to arrive, for proof that even you couldn't deny. And now I have it. Now I'm ready to tell you the entire story." "What story?" I ask, my voice breaking. "What are you even talking about? I don't know what to think anymore. I don't know what's real." My head is spinning. Last night, I watched my husband have sex with another woman in the back of our car. This morning, I'm looking at hundreds of photos proving he's been cheating on me for who knows how long. How much more can one person take before they completely shatter?