Novel & Cerita Business Of Loving Cheats

Then I reach for my phone on the nightstand. The cheating app is already open from last night. I swipe through the new matches, heart picking up for the first time in months. One profile stops me cold: Martins. 28. No shirt in the main photo, just lean muscle and a cocky half-smile. His message is already waiting. “I want to ruin your pussy so bad your husband will smell me on you for weeks.” My thumb hovers. Then I type back. “When?”

"Help me prepare another divorce agreement." That night, as expected, Quinn didn't come home. At the same time, I received a stream of taunting messages from Chester. He sent me photo after photo of Quinn lying beside him with their son cradled in her arms, sleeping soundly with a peaceful smile. "See that? Our family of three is so happy. If I were you, I'd have left long ago. After all, the unloved one is the real third wheel." "Nicholas, not only did you fail to uncover the truth behind your parents' case, but now you don't even have a home anymore. You're pathetic."

You know, I kept rejecting all of the love shots he was firing at me for so long until I stumbled upon this thing called business and realized that I was willing to do just anything for my own monetary profit. I mean, it can be fun using people to make profit, just like playing a chess game, right? Dan was someone who gave me a tough time mentally, emotionally and psychologically all through my younger years and all of the efforts we made to keep our boat sailing despite everything just never worked out ever since we cheated on each other.

Of course, he filled their bank accounts with fat pay-off cheques especially after each of his public disclaimer and Seline beside him in the next public function. Mating for him became a dull yet compulsory affair if he was to retain his sanity. A business transactions for him. He could get any female on a whim to relieve himself if he wanted. All he needed was a non-disclosure contract, fat monthly cheque plus a large pay-off cheque. He didn’t need to grovel for it; he only needed to announce his desire to his Kalala, go on a blind date, present the proposal to the female in question with his signature smile. he’d even sorted some himself. He never intended on cheating on his mate, that wa

Danica asked her friend, confused. “THAT SON OF A BITCH IS GAY! HE TOOK A LOAN UNDER MY NAME FOR HIS LOVER'S TREATMENT!” Heart shouted, trying to hold back her tears from falling. Danica paused for a minute before she responded. “He took a loan under your name? He took a million dollars loan under your name for his lover's treatment?” Danica said, “You are telling me that he took a motherfucking loan under your name, not to mention that it's a million dollars, and for what? For his motherfucking lover's treatment?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

"You don't get to call what you did love." He looked away. "You chose him." "Yes." "After everything?" "Yes." He laughed bitterly. "I never understood why." I looked at him. "Because Ambrose never asked me to become someone else to deserve his love." Silence. "That's what you never understood, Zane." I took a breath. "Love isn't about making someone choose you." He looked at me. "It's about giving them the freedom not to." “For crying outloud we were Highschool sweethearts we got engaged we were going to get married but you cheated on me a day before our wedding with one of friends…instead of apologising you raped me and acted like nothing happened.”

Do you really find it that fun to pick on him? I looked out the window at the rolling sea of clouds and suddenly realized that this petty back-and-forth was indeed a waste of time. "Valerie, since you mentioned that this is an arranged marriage, let's talk business." "Business?" "Yes, business," I replied, straightening up in my seat. "Henderson Group and Pearce Group have six partnership projects, totaling 3.7 billion dollars. "Right now, Pearce Group's stock is also taking a hit because of what your assistant did. We dropped three points today. Do you have any idea how much money three points represent?"

Did he forget all this? Even if our marriage was solely based on business terms and profit and our love life wasn't on any base, he still didn't have the right to cheat on me, to worsen it, he chose to commit such act with an ordinary maid, right under the same building. I walked closer and closer to the room, but I took light steps, in order not to arouse any noise whatsoever. Getting them informed that I was here, could give them the opportunity to come up with a good lie to tell

I'd just finished instructing my lawyer to start the divorce process when I saw Lucy Lovelace showing off her romance on her social media. She'd posted a photo of Michael in a hospital gown and an IV in his arm. He was down on one knee as he massaged her calf. She sat on the hospital bed, smiling with bliss written all over her face. The caption read, "I finally understand what it means when people say even the rich can be hopeless romantics. He's at the top of the social pyramid, but to me, he's nothing but a doormat that I just can't shake off no matter how hard I trample on him."