Best Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

“What the—” Isabelle grabbed the tablet from him. The headlines screamed at her. “Cheating Wife? Isabelle Anderson’s Secret Affairs Exposed!” “From Richard to Liam—Was It Always About Money?” A shaky breath left her lips as she scrolled. The article detailed her past marriage with Richard, claiming that she had never officially ended things with him before getting involved with Liam. It twisted the narrative, making her look like a heartless social climber who abandoned Richard the moment she found someone wealthier.

I converted Cassidy's voice message into text, took a screenshot, and made a post with the caption: [My husband's 'foodie buddy' sent me this. Do you think he's cheating?] Evening was peak gossip hour, the best time for entertainment. The moment I hit publish, the comments poured in. [Oh, honey, he's definitely cheating. If you believe they're just pure meal buddies, you might as well believe I'm the King of England!] [Emotional cheating is still cheating! You don't have to catch them in bed for it to count. Wake up, sis!]

Damien's POV "Man, this is wild," Glenn comments, looking at the photo on his phone. That photo is basically what everyone is talking about and boy, do they have different versions of the story to entertain us with. The cheating tramp who left home with her kid to cavort with a lover. A runaway baby mama who stalks her ex-lover to Palm Paradise. And those aren't even the worst of them. The stories are so creative I could laugh. Except there's nothing hilarious about them.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

It didn't matter how she tried to spin the story; the truth was right there. With a little push from me, Cindy's situation spread online. Some might call me ruthless for doing all this to a pregnant woman, but she'd done the same thing to me in my last life. Cindy sobbed before the camera, unable to speak through her tears, but the reporters were merciless. "Ms. Chase, did you check into a hotel with a man who wasn't your husband? The police say that you're under suspicion for illegal dealings. What kind of dealings would that be?"

When that was done i found out shorty after that my longtime boyfriend, my childhood sweetheart had been cheating on me with an older girl and made out with in front of my eyes at our university where we both went so me and my dad went to talk to his parents to see what was going on, why Damien had cheated on me but to my surprise and horror his parents started to accuse me of cheating on Damien instead of the other way round and things had gotten pretty heated between my dad and his parents so in the in the end I had begged my father to leave that house because his parents would never believe me, only their son´s lies mattered to them was all I could see. So….well after all that drama in my

"Winona, let me ask you this one more time. Just what else have you been lying to me about other than the kidney donation?" The moment she heard me mention the kidney donation, she finally decided to drop the act. "I didn't expect an idiot like you to find out. I thought you would be ignorant for life. It's your fault for being a fool! I never expected a rich lady like Winona to actually donate a kidney to you. The mere thought that you would be too afraid to do anything, even when I cheated on you, because you thought I was your savior fills me with glee. "Oh, right. You don't know yet, do you? I even drug your food and water to give you erectile dysfunction. You've been on that drug for ne

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

I could imagine this Damian guy would stroll into a nightclub to indulge in a drink; a single glance, a faint smirk, and women would flock to him like moths to a flame. There was a strange rumour I’d heard: if Damian Lee set his sights on your girlfriend, just give up. She would leave you and your nine-year relationship for the sake of a single night with him; a night he would likely forget by morning. If you ever saw a man sobbing hysterically over his drink at a club, chances are he was one of Damian's casualties.

"Money. He wants a huge payout he can burn through however he likes. Since Vanessa cut him off, he's trying to sell a scandal and make himself look like the victim. And he didn't even go to legitimate news outlets. He went straight to those bottom-feeding gossip blogs." Evelyn continued, "He's spinning this narrative where he's the innocent young boy taken advantage of by a sugar mommy, while painting you as some cold-blooded gold digger who watched his wife cheat just to score a massive divorce settlement." I stopped what I was doing and leaned back in my chair. "So he's trying to drag my name through the mud, too?"