Books About Being Cheated On Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me. Everything made sense now. Winona did not want me to work at Pinnacle Hotel because she was afraid I would run into her and her lover. She had apologized to me with a kiss to dispel my doubts. As for refusing to do it with me, she wanted to keep herself pure for her man. We had been together for five years. She once won me over by donating a kidney to me. Now, she cheated on me, turning me into an absolute joke of a man.

I should have been horrified at how insane this was — pinned against the wall of a public men’s restroom by a man whose name I didn’t even know, barely twenty minutes after catching my boyfriend of three years balls-deep inside another woman. Instead, a broken, needy moan slipped out of me. My legs spread wider on their own, shamelessly opening for him like a bitch in heat. Maybe that’s exactly what I had become in the last half hour. I had stayed faithful for six long, frustrating months, even when the loneliness clawed at me every night, all because I loved George. And he had cheated anyway—used my money, lied to my face, and knocked up someone else. So fuck loyalty. Fuck waiting. Fuck bei

Asher had the loyalty of a pair of keys—the kind that unexplainably disappeared when you tried to leave the house. "Cheating isn't my style," Harper said with distaste. "And I think anyone unfaithful to their partner deserves to have their bottom parts chopped up, women included." Asher's face paled. "That's brutal!" Harper smiled darkly, cackling like a witch. "Yet totally justified. Cheating is the worst thing you could ever do to someone. It breaks the other person, both their soul and self-confidence." Asher froze to stare at Harper in wonder, but she didn't pay him attention. Harper calmly poured coffee from the thermos into a white cup without looking up at Asher.

They admitted they had wanted to bring us together for a long time, but knowing I had someone in my heart, they didn't want to force a marriage for business purposes. In the end, the right people found their way back to each other. As for Kayleigh, she came looking for me a few times afterward. But Skye had her thrown out every time. "Jeremy is my man now. Stay away from him!" As for those who humiliated me that night, I didn't even need to act. One word from me, and others handled everything. Years later, I sat at a steakhouse with my wife and our son in my arms. Suddenly, through the glass window, I saw a disheveled woman being pinned to the ground and beaten.

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 don't want to lose him, Abigail. But for my peace of mind, I need to do it. I can't take it. Cheating is cheating. I won't tolerate and welcome him in my life like it didn't happen." I didn't talk back. I was only thinking of hearing Candy's words. All I can do right now is listen to her and comfort her afterwards. I don't have an idea of a lesson that I should say to her. She's the one who encountered the cheating, and I am not. This must be so hard for her, but she can't keep Casper, her husband, in her arms when Casper already betrayed her and broke her for the first time.

I felt I would go insane with the silence. I lay down and stared at the ceiling. Questioning my worth and what I did wrong to deserve to be cheated. I felt worthless, useless, and ugly. All the hurtful words—I just called myself. I'm not ugly, to be honest, but my husband still cheated on me. Thinking about him again and the scene I saw—my tears started falling like heavy rain. Being ugly or not sexy is not a valid reason for someone's partner to cheat and I don't remember any serious problems we had for him to do that.

Felicia’s question stopped the room cold. “What are you talking about?” Daven asked, brows furrowing in confusion. But there was an edge of anger in his voice, the kind that came from being accused of something he didn’t believe he’d done. “When did I ever cheat?” “Have you forgotten? Your first wife—Althea Grayson,” Felicia said with a sigh. “You cheated on her. Even though you didn’t want that marriage, you still went through it. You stood at the altar, made sacred vows to live and love each other forever.

No matter how pretty, smart, successful, loyal or genuine you are, you are NOT exempt from being cheated on, and that's the painful truth of it. Someone will cheat on you if they want too, and there's not a thing in the world that you can do to stop them. Don't think for one moment, that you're special or that you're above this truth. But just remember that someone's actions towards you says everything about them and nothing about you. What someone does to you is a reflection of who they are, and, not you.