After My Husband Cheated Novels & Stories

“Everything’s bad.” “What happened?” She didn’t know why she answered. Maybe because he was a stranger. Maybe because the alcohol had dissolved every filter she had. “My husband doesn’t love me anymore. I think he’s cheating. I know he’s cheating. I saw the messages.” The words tumbled out. “Five years. I gave him five years.” The man was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry.” “Me too.” She looked at him. Even drunk, she could see he was handsome. Unfairly handsome. “What are you doing here?”

This came at the worst possible timing. Not when I just found out that my scumbag of a husband has been cheating on me throughout our marriage. Mike Henderson was the perfect husband on paper. He was the alpha of our state, and he also was a multimillionaire and incredibly handsome. Everyone says that his wife would be incredibly lucky to have a husband like him. If only they knew the amount of pain I had been subjected to for the past six years of being married to him. “Look! Mike Henderson!” The girl beside me gushed. My heart dropped at the mention of my husband— almost ex-husband’s name. I raised my head to see what they were looking at and I saw his face on the television with a broad s

Yesterday, I caught my husband cheating on me with a man. Not just any man, but his assistant, Caleb. The same assistant who helped me bring him lunch, the same assistant I’d seen working with him in the middle of the night, and the same assistant who helped him pick my wedding ring. I didn’t interrupt them though. I just shut the door and walked back to the poolside, soaking until the sun went down. I couldn’t even bring myself to lie on our bed. I slept on the couch in our bedroom instead.

Every late-night meeting, every business trip, every excuse—it had all been a cover for his affair with Becky. I swallowed the sob threatening to escape and forced myself to stay silent. Patrick Hilton, my husband, wasn’t just cheating on me. He had gotten her pregnant, too. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was lie there, my world crumbling around me as I listened to the man I loved play the role of doting father-to-be for another woman. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The pain was grounding, a sharp reminder that I wasn’t dreaming. This was real.

Whether she felt guilty or simply didn’t care—I didn’t know. Without waiting for an answer, I turned around and walked away. Tears streamed down my face, but I held them back until I was out of that room, out of their sight. A day that should’ve been the beginning of my happiness... had become a wound I would carry for a long time. *** The sky had started to darken, clouds thick despite the day not yet reaching nightfall. I walked home with trembling steps and a weak body, after witnessing my own husband cheating—with my friend, no less. My heart was shattered. The world had lost all its color.

"How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..." "Just stop this, doctor. Stop!" I slam my hands on the desk as I spring up to my feet. His words are driving me to the edge of craziness. "My husband doesn't have a brain tumor! No, he doesn't," I shake my head slowly. My eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and my cheeks feel hot as they pour down them. It's not that I believe him, but... but... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm feeling right now...

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

I thought that reasoning would work out but I was wrong. “No, that can’t be it. I know your menstrual cycle and it doesn’t fall at the last weeks of every month. So tell me, why is it that you keep avoiding to let me have you, huh? Was it because you don’t want me anymore? Are you becoming a rebell now? Or is it because you’re having an affair with someone else?” I have never been so humiliated in my life so much as to how my very own husband think so ill of me. This would have been the very worst day for me as Justin finally let it out from his mouth that actually believed that I could cheat on him.