Books About Being Cheated On Novels & Stories

He just wanted to kill someone to calm the anger and bitterness he was feeling inside. Bridget was angry when she heard his accusations. "Are you accusing me of cheating on you now? Did you forget that you are the one who cheated on me? Who knows how many women you've slept with for the past five years? Oh, you don't even consider it cheating since you were never really married to me in the first place. You can do whatever I want, but if I want to move on and find happiness for myself, it means that I am cheating on you?" Bridget could not understand this logic, and it was driving her crazy .

Slutty little Jane, cheating on her hubby with his best friend and her bestie. More tears, uncontrollable now. My legs shook as I slid off the bed, grabbing my discarded gown from the floor. The silk felt cold against my skin as I pulled it on, tying the sash with trembling hands. I stood there, staring at them—two people I'd trusted, loved even—and felt my world fracture. How could I have been so blind? Lisa's compliments, always laced with something sharper now that I thought about it. Tom's lingering touches at barbecues, the way he'd watch me too long. My marriage... god, Mark. Sweet, oblivious Mark, probably home right now, scrolling through his phone, trusting me completely. If this go

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 gently wiped my tears, looking at me with obvious concern. "No one," I said softly. "I was reading a novel. The man secretly married someone else without telling his girlfriend. She ended up becoming the ‘other woman' without even knowing it. A… tragic character, really." Charles froze for a moment. Then, he pinched my nose lightly. "That's just fiction. Made-up nonsense to grab attention." "Charles," I said quietly, "if you ever fall in love with someone else, or cheat on me, I want you to tell me. I'll let you go, and we'll break up properly. Don't betray me, okay?"

That was why he confessed to cheating without restraint. I staggered out of the club and stood by the roadside for a long time. Once I finally came back to my senses, I wiped the tears from my face and called the person I trusted most. “I need to fake an accident and a death certificate to make my husband believe I’m dead.” Since he would use every method to keep me from divorcing him, I would die before him.

“It’s not me! This was none of my business! “It’s Dylan! He said as long as I could expel Brooklyn, the Anderson family would pay me a million dollars! “He’s the one who gave me all the cheat sheets! I was blinded by the money!” Everyone gasped. The wealthy young man who was once highly regarded suddenly became extremely despised. Peter was shaking with anger. He immediately slapped Dylan. “Rascal! How could you do such things?!” That slap was harder than what Peter had wanted to inflict on me earlier.

Usually, she was dramatic, loud, and emotionally chaotic, but today she seemed oddly peaceful even though Heaven had apparently cheated on her. I still couldn’t believe it. Heaven had always adored Jules in that obsessive, clingy kind of way that made cheating feel impossible. “She really cheated?” I asked again, still struggling to process it. Jules rolled her eyes dramatically while chewing. “Apparently, emotional cheating counts now.” “That sounds suspiciously specific.” “She was flirting with some DJ for like three months,” Jules replied before shrugging. “Whatever. Maybe the universe finally got tired of our toxicity.” “You sound too calm about this.”

I've managed to turn the table upright before he speaks again. "Look, I'm not claiming to be a saint," he says. "But I have no patience for cheaters. I don't care what people say - cheating never 'just happens.' If your eye's wandering, then there's something wrong with your relationship. Either work things out with your partner or have the balls to break things off before jumping into bed with someone else. It's pretty simple." "So you've never cheated on anyone?" "No." He pauses. "Not even when attractive women throw themselves at me."

“A few years ago, he tried to stage a comeback, but he lost all his savings to a scam.” I glanced briefly at the tablet and handed it back. “What about Claire?” “She was convicted of fraud against Harry. She just got out of prison last month. She later hooked up with a married man, but his wife threw acid on her face in public. Half of her face is ruined,” my assistant replied calmly as if reporting routine figures. “Now, she works nights at bars and caters to clients with unusual kinks.” I stared silently out the floor-to-ceiling windows and took a sip of champagne.

She is reacting to the mate bond differently, I can almost feel her wolf calling out to me. Something has indeed changed, but I can’t be sure what. "What do you mean?" I ask. She takes a deep breath, her expression serious. "My pack is in danger." I frown, confused. "In danger? How?" She looks away for a moment hesitant, then back at me, "My hus ... Damon is cheating on me," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. The words hit me like a punch. Damon, the man she chose over me, the man who I assume she would find her happiness in, is cheating on her? It seems unbelievable, yet the pain in her eyes tells me it's true.