Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

"You left this in his car on purpose, didn't you?" Isla glanced down, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, so you found it. That's not on me, sweetheart. That's on Stefano. He says he needs my scent to get hard. Guess you don't do it for him anymore." Her words hit like a bullet and shattered my heart, but I didn't even flinch. "No matter what you've done behind my back, I'll always be his wife. And you'll always be the other woman he has to hide," I said calmly.

"Oh, like if he actually does die you wouldn't have a replacement for him. You want ne dead so you could go be with your fucking mistress you pile of cheating garbage" My voice waa loud and full of rage as I yelled at him. He face contorted in disapproval, he seemed fed up with me and he couldn't take it anymore, he yelled at me. "You're the cheat, you've been cheating on me since the day we got married and you never even wanted thjs marriage, you hated being married to me and you cheated on me severally. You didn't want the kids, you didn't love them that's why you have no picture with them because you dony care about them. Our marriage is like this because of you. You are horrible Elysia,

A small part of me wanted to believe he might not have cheated, after the long prep talk we both had—but there was also a larger possibility he could do it as men like him were quite unpredictable. I could never forget who my husband was, a liar and a cheat, almost the perfect description of the devil in disguise. All he had was his beautiful face facading his evil deeds, I knew I had to trust him if ever this was going to work but could a man like him be trusted. Even if I was to give him all my heart, would it be worth it in the end? She had mentioned something about me but catching him red handed yet, it was something I wanted as it would help in case I was in need of a divorce at the en

“If anything, you should be ashamed. You claim to be the boyfriend of someone who’s still married… someone who fervently refuses to push the divorce forward. I think that makes you a slut. But I don’t know. Does Andrew even know that he’s your boyfriend, or are you yet to give him the news?” “Screw you!” Eleanor hisses. “You cheated on him first! You’re a cheat!” “Speaking of cheat.” Melissa takes a step closer to her. “You might want to look inward before you start throwing accusations. I know that you asked Ivy to bribe the judges so they give you the first place for the design competition. That’s why you and Heather are so tight.” Eleanor laughs. “Congrats. You know the truth. What are yo

" I knew Zachary might not listen to the things I said no matter how much I lectured him, so I stood up and got ready to leave. "The reason why your wife is cheating so 'blatantly' on you is because she doesn't want the family that you've built anymore. It doesn't matter if the husband or the wife is the one making the mistake—no one can truly hide their affair flawlessly. "Your wife knows this principle very well. She said she should have the resolve to take responsibility for the mistake she's committed.

“Spending time with you like this… alone.” “And?” he pressed, his voice soft but deliberate. “And it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.” “That means I should work harder,” he teased, though his gaze didn’t soften. It burned. I exhaled slowly. “Why do people cheat on their spouses?” He chuckled, leaning back. “There are two kinds of men in this world — those who cheat, and those who get caught.” Then, quieter, “We can’t always fight what’s inside us.”

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d