Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

This was who she really was. After four years of working as a hotel manager, I had saved up quite a tidy sum. Winona had also earned tens of thousands in the three to four months she streamed. These were all considered shared marital assets. I never thought of splitting up our accounts in the past. Now, the cheater herself was accusing me of being the cheater. That chilled me to the core. "We can get divorced, but I wasn't the one who cheated. It was you, Winona. We can just split it in half."

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.

That was my duty, as his wife of ten years. When he came to, he just stared up at the ceiling for a long while, without making a sound. I peeled and cut an apple, then pressed a slice against the corner of his lips. At last, he stirred—but all he did was flinch aside, with a vehemence which suggested he was deeply upset with me. "You already knew, didn't you?" he hissed. "About what? That you lied about having late-stage cancer, in the hopes that I'd cede everything to you after we got divorced? Or perhaps you're talking about the mistress you've been keeping hidden at your mom's place—the one you knocked up?"

Kiara stated calmly, her voice clustered with regret. “That isn’t an excuse for cheating, Kiara. I’m not buying that,” I said, reclining in my chair. “You should, Rani. They are many factors that determine why a man decides to cheat,” Kiara began. “It’s either the wife is not performing her duties to her husband or she is a nagging woman or possibly, she has male lovers too that her husband knows about. Those things get a man into the hands of another woman. Imagine a frustrated man, seated in a bar, drinking himself stupor because his wife cheats and he knows it, then a lady in the same bar came to assist him home. What do you think is going to transpire between those two? Let’s just say an

Liam would not be wary of any woman who came close to him. It was said that things usually would not end well for lustful men. Liam had always been very competent at deceiving women, so being beaten up by a group of women was absolutely what he deserved. The editor-in-chief’s wife left the hotel exasperatedly, but her face slightly stiffened when she saw her husband. “Honey?” “You’re indeed cheating on me with Liam behind my back?” The editor-in-chief’s face dimmed. Everything had made sense to him as soon as he learned that Liam and his wife were visiting the Omen Hotel rather frequently recently.

“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.

“Miss Bailey, you wear every emotion on your face. That’s a real disadvantage in the workplace. Look at me. I don’t like you either, but I should still smile at you, right?” “Some people are born to smile, Nelson. Like those corporate yes-men—backstabbing, spreading rumors, and stirring up trouble in the dark—yet still grinning like they’re loyal and clean.” Angela was sharp-tongued and quick with her insults. Furious, Nelson slammed the table and stood up. A few glances turned their way, forcing his rage to shrink back a little. “I came to remind you that during the cooling-off period, engaging in intimate behavior or cohabiting with someone outside the marriage counts as marital infidelity

After half an hour, Gregory deliberately provoked me by sending me a photo of him and Amelia soaking in a bubble-filled bathtub. They were holding their hands tightly together. There was also a faint mark on his ring finger where his wedding ring had been. I stared at the screen, but to my surprise, I felt nothing. Instead, I found it hilarious. After all, this was not the first time Gregory had cheated on me. Two years ago, I caught him cheating on me for the first time.

, she said and her face dropped gloomily. She sighed and looked at nothing as if feeling bad about the situation, " her former husband really showered her with care and affection, spent lots of money on her, had connections, pampered her, did and gave her everything she wanted, but my sister promiscuous attitude destroyed the marriage, she fell in love with another man because he was better in bed, cheated on her husband and would even bring the man to their home, spend nights with him on their matrimonial bed, and she was so good in hiding it that her husband had no idea, the innocent man was clueless and kept showing her love and affection until she got pregnant for the man she's cheating

As far as they're concerned, we're the real couple, and you're the shameless homewrecker who broke up a family. "And here's something you probably don't know. Your marriage certificate is fake. I'm the one on his real marriage license. I'm his legal wife, and I'm not about to help you prove that he committed bigamy." For a moment, I couldn't speak. "Regardless of all that, he still cheated on you." She shrugged like it meant nothing. "He doesn't even have real feelings for you. Why would I care? He was only doing it so that our daughter and I could have a better life."