Books About Being Cheated On Novels & Stories

She scoffed, “These stories are too tame. Real life is way more dramatic.” As they chatted, the woman shared her own tale—and even showed Julissa photos of male escorts she’d secretly taken. The woman had been cheated on by her husband and, out of anger, got herself a duck boyfriend. She even paid his “redemption f*e” and built a life with him. He was everything you could ask for—handsome, tall, sexy, sweet, and attentive. But… he had one flaw: he spent money like water. Women fall for charm just as much as men do, and soon the assets she’d won from her divorce were gone—and she was in debt.

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

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"So, why didn’t you sleep with me before? You couldn't sleep with me once or twice, but you could sleep with Natalie whenever and wherever you wanted. And what kind of reason are you going to use? Your first cheating was an accident. What about the second time? What makes you think I will accept a man who loves to cheat?" Billy said solemnly, "I will correct it. I will definitely correct it. In the future, I won’t betray you again." "Your assurance is worthless in my eyes. Just like you used to say you wouldn't give money to Natalie again, but you kept giving her money without my knowledge. I don't believe in your promises, and as for you, I really don't want to be with you anymore. Do you h

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.

"It's true. I cheated on you with Rebecca." My world had collided at his words. Noah had pulled me into his arms when I had started sobbing, quiet until I couldn't cry anymore. I had avoided him the whole week long, made him sleep on the couch. I couldn't believe this. First, my grandfather had cheated on my grandmother. Then my uncle on my aunt. And now my husband on me? Was this some silly joke? My hands were shaking, my heart aching as he waited every morning at the door until he caught a glance of me. Once he made sure I was somewhat alright, he only then left for work.

We both looked at one another in confusion. He walked over and pulled a book off the top and slid back onto the bed, opened it and shook his head, “I guess we need to read these,” he shrugged, as he read the title, “FATED or CHOSEN BONDS.” He began reading as I lay there listening, but when he got to what would happens if either mate was intimate with another, I couldn’t help but gasp, “did I just hear that right, you’re saying that if one cheats on the other, the one that isn’t cheating feels pain?” I lay there now aware that I had made the biggest mistake of my life, he had never once cheated on me, I never felt any pain, other than what my poor wolf was feeling for not being marked. No

The keyboard warriors should have seen it coming from the moment they opened their big mouths. Darren knew that he was a gone case. Seeing that nothing he did could save himself, he finally posted online and said, "Dear, I'm sorry! I had been led astray! It was all Eunice's fault, she was the one who seduced me first! "I never should have let you down. I love you!" Meanwhile, Eunice's company also made a statement on Twitter. It said that Eunice had been strung along by Darren all this while, and never knew that he was already married before this.

Then I lowered my head and chuckled wryly to myself. So that’s how it was… no wonder he was in such a hurry for a divorce. He’d already found himself another woman. If he wanted to leave me simply because the feelings between us had faded, that would be one thing… but he’d come up with such a bold ruse, for the purposes of tricking me into agreeing to the divorce, even selling my own property, while he kept the lion’s share for himself. He was evil, indeed… I carefully folded up Ian’s physical report, and hid it in the deepest recesses of my handbag.

Hours had passed since Aaron left the house. I had dinner with Dad, who tried to get me to talk about what was happening between Aaron and me but I couldn't tell him anything. It’s hard to admit that I was cheated on twice in just two months—first Nathan, and now Aaron. It feels like I'm cursed, and maybe relationships just aren't meant for me. I don’t seem to understand why this keeps happening to me when all I do is love them. I’ve done nothing but love Nathan but he still cheated on me and now Aaron did the same.