Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

When he finally succeeded, I no longer had a place in his heart. When Anna returned to the country, he rescheduled all his meetings and rushed to the airport to meet her. She lied to him that she had left years ago because of a terminal illness, and she did not want to burden him. He believed her and felt extremely guilty. Since then, he had been very patient, gentle, and loving toward her. He was so lost in her wiles that when I got into a car accident while in labor, Anna had lied to him. She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy.

We both knew, we didn't marry each other out of love. Like any other conglomerate marriage, fidelity isn't part of the deal. If there is any loyalty left in us, it belongs solely to our family business. I had intentionally inserted a clause regarding the transfer of shares in the event of adultery. If Damian Lee cheated, half of his RQL Group shares would be transferred to me. And of course, the same applied to me if I cheated too, but that wouldn’t even happen. I thought it would be easy to wait for him to slip up. I mean, he’s Damian Lee. The people at the club would think he would get another girl on day one.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

You tried to manipulate me with your stories but you forgot what I had told you that nothing will work on me. I accept that I always acted foolish just to save our marriage but I have no reasons to dig the grave of my self respect. Not even your love has that power for which I should compromise with my self respect. I'll snatch everything from you and your so called parents. After that you all will be on roads. Or I should say behind the bars for doing fraud. My Deceitful Husband also deserves to get deceived from the love of his life. He should know the taste of deceit.

“Care to explain?” Phoebe glared at me and yelled, “Explain what? Who do you think you are? Are you trying to seduce my husband? Do you expect us to believe you’re here to ‘catch a cheater?’ Give me a break!” I scoffed. “I’m here to expose your affair! Tristan, you’ve got some nerve. Your mistress is already with child!” My words sent the onlookers into an uproar. “That can’t be! Phoebe is definitely Mr. Wolfe’s wife. They’ve been together for three years. We witnessed their entire relationship unfold.

He tried to explain, “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I saw her in the garden just now, and for some reason… her side profile reminded me of my late wife. I felt a strange tug in my heart.” Charlie frowned. Candice looked utterly confused. Even Edward and Denny fell silent. That one statement chilled the room. To an outsider, it sounded like James was a devoted man—a scholar-like gentleman mourning his lost love, never remarrying, still moved by a familiar silhouette. But everyone here, except Candice, knew the truth. He had cheated on his wife while she was pregnant, kept a mistress outside, and in the end, that mistress caused his wife’s death. Three lives, gone.

“Oh, so you do remember that you are Yvonne's husband? Did you think you are worthy of being her husband at all?” Adam scoffed. “Why would I not be?” A sharp look flashed in Kelsey's eyes. “You’re a mama's boy who always bends over backward for your mother and lets your wife suffer as a result. Even if we were to brush that aside, what do you have to say about messing around with other women while your wife is recovering from her miscarriage? Is that how a husband should carry himself?” It was one thing to be a mama’s boy and hold onto unhealthy patriarchal conventions, but it was an entirely separate matter to cheat on his wife.

“Do you normally approach emotionally unstable women at lounges?” “Only on special occasions.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he continued. “Most people here are pretending to be important or pretending to be happy. You at least seem honest.” Something about that made me unexpectedly quiet. Maybe because I hadn’t felt understood in a very long time. I lowered my gaze to my drink again, watching the ice shift against the glass. “My husband’s cheating on me.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. His expression shifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

Sophia, elegant in her 50s with sharp features and perfectly coiffed hair, sipped her wine. "He's been distant. I think he's cheating." Elena feigned shock, but inwardly rejoiced. "What makes you say that?" Sophia revealed she'd seen suspicious charges on the family credit card—hotels, jewelry not for her. “I know if my husband is cheating, he has done it before, and it didn't end well for him and I had to cover up his mess. The annoying part is that he doesn't learn his lesson and doesn't give a shit if I found out."