Best Cheating Husband Romance Books Novels & Stories

He will surely be a very good husband. It is still a big puzzle to her why her sister is not content with being a simple housewife. Maybe people are different. Her, she would be happy to be Alexander's simple wife, taking care of him, making him happy. They both seem so simple, they just happen to be from two different worlds. But they have met and it looks like they both have fun. It was late when they got back to the resort. He invited her to the beach for dinner. It turned out that he prepared a table right on the beach. They were the only two in that part. He is a very romantic person.

"Why can't you talk? You're going to keep it a secret? You're going to think of an excuse?" "What-" "Yes, it's me." I stared at him, my hands clenched. "Why did you do that? What's your reason for sending that to me without any explanation, huh?" "Do you intend for me to overthink? If my husband has an affair?" I stepped closer to him. "Of course not, Dianna. I just want you to know the truth." I laughed sarcastically. "The truth?" "Yes, Dianna. Your husband's cheating behind your back. And that girl he's with, they have—"

And the look in his eyes like he was ready to eat her up. His rage was visible and clearly directed towards me, if he wanted to fight it out I was ready, but not like this. He shouldn't have opted to leave the party with another, when everyone knows his wife is here. When they know I am her. The stranger noticed my distress and tried to calm me down. "Hey, don't worry about it. You shouldn't be thinking about them right now. Just relax and enjoy the party." I turned to him, tears welling up in my eyes. "How can I enjoy the party when my husband is out there cheating on me with another woman?"

I wasn't turned on by a man who might turn out to be worse than my ex-husband, or sitting on a shower floor because I'd burnt myself trying to cool down dirty images of my contracted husband, who also slept with other women openly and had zero regard for my feelings about it, until apparently today when he decided to go jealous about a fucking hug. I pulled my hair even harder, groaning loudly. "Get it together, Althea," I muttered to the tiles. But I knew deep down— even if it was a problem— I knew more were still coming.

I tell her, “He would never go for another woman, not even if he was threatened into it, I know for a fact not even Rumor can cause a gust in my relationship. When the boys are out doing Knight shit I'm the first one he answers my call, a gun aimed at his head and he still picks up my calls.” “Mistakes happen Lia, you know men are weak, what if he got drunk and slipped up?” “When he's drunk?” I laugh, “Babe, I'm the woman he cries for, even out of his mind, Ryker thinks of me. You think Emilio would let such shit slide?” “They all cheat, I'm sure he's done it before. A drunk night he doesn't speak of and they boys cover up for it becau-” “No, they don't all cheat. Only your husband cheats, a

“My husband calls me love.” He hummed. “Your husband…” “Yes. My cheating, piece of shit husband.” “Ah. Now I see what the large problem is.” I was about to have another shot, but he stopped me, placing his hand on mine. I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.”

Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that. George was speechless. Lucas said, "Haha! I saw Lizzy reading something about a pregnant wife..." Charles asked, "Will I be able to win my wife's heart after reading them?" Christin said, "Maybe. I'd suggest you have a look. Anyway, it can't get any worse than your current situation." Charles was stunned. Christ

Tilting my head, my eyes meet his, the calmness of his face irking me, making my insides protest with a churning intensity. How dare he? This man literally cheated all 5 years of our marriage, the whole of New York—except me of course—knew about this. His actions led to the miscarriage of our second child, and for reasons only known to him, he refuses to be accountable, I cheat back only once and now he's filing for divorce? My fingers curl, slowly digging into the edges of the papers, crumpling them. How dare he!? Before I know it, the papers come tearing down in my hands. One swift move after the other, reducing the papers to unrecognizable bits.

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."

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."