Caught Cheating Novels & Stories

Beside herself, she moved closer to the screen, wanting to do something other than just staring at the questions she knew she had no chance of answering. “Cheating is… defined as… the deprivation of… something… valuable… by the… use… of deceit or… fraud?” She breathed heavily as she sat straight. There, another warning that cheating was not tolerated, yet their questions were almost screaming that they should do what they’re not supposed to do. She didn’t know if she’s just interpreting it wrongly, but she’s starting to feel that this was not a test to know they’re intelligent but a test to know how they’d cope up with it.

"I can handle pain to be free from Josh, but I don't want to lose my senses." "So there's no possibility of resolution between you and him?" "None whatsoever. He cheated," I said. Yeah, Josh didn't fuck Mira. But confessing love to her was emotional cheating. ~How do I even know if they've been secretly fucking all these years?~ "By requesting a bond break, you're telling the moon goddess she made a mistake. Whatever you encounter while seeking the correction is up to you." I shrugged. "Bring it on. Anything asides going crazy. Is there a way we can avoid that?"

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o

“That’s… that’s not Marcus. Why would you even think that?” I shrug, making sure to filter my jealousy out of my words. “People cheat. Even the ones who seem perfect.” Lila jumps in immediately. “Oh, I’ve been there. Y’all…” She sets her glass down. “I thought my last boyfriend was loyal. Turned out he was fucking his coworker in the parking garage after every shift. Men lie so well when they want to.” Chloe nods in agreement. “Mine cheated with his trainer. I found out he was the one who curated the same playlist my boyfriend and I fuck with. It was a messy one.”

I tapped through a few conversations without seeing anything alarming at first, but then I thought to check the cached images buried in the app's file folder. That was where I found the hotel check-in photo he'd sent me, and by tracing the image, I tracked down which conversation it had been shared in. It belonged to a woman nicknamed Lise. I opened the message thread between Gavin and this woman. "Honey, routine check-in for you. Your man's been very well-behaved." "You're being so good!" "Obviously. I'm loyal to a fault. I'd never do anything to hurt you, honey." The pain hit so hard that it felt like a fist closing around my heart. Gavin was really cheating on me. I forced myself past the

But loyal only to Matteo. They had used me. This hit harder than any betrayal. I sank to the floor feeling despair. I was getting the results of my cheating on Nada. If I’d remained only as her best friend, perhaps I wouldn't get into this mess. I sat in horror watching as he revealed to me what my sperm were used for, feigning surprise in between that Alisa didn’t tell me but I knew it was all an act. The medical tests I’d taken at the hospital before donating the sperm—

On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria. When he sobered up, he immediately knelt before me, crying as he apologized. "I swear I'll cut off all contact with her…" I trusted him until a year later, when I ran into him and Valeria during a routine gynaecological checkup. Valeria clung to his arm, and they were holding a baby, looking like the perfect family of three. I never imagined Wayne would lie to me and keep seeing her behind my back, much less expected them to have a baby together.

Tears are now free from shame 'cause there's no presence of an audience, I could cry. As much as I wanted to dwell on sadness, a desirable smell ruined my alone time. I drooled, and my eye color changed as well. Unconsciously, I gritted my teeth- fantasizing my prey is about to get into my precious big mouth. There was no time to think twice, so I went and look for the smell. Even without looking, I know it is my prey. I continued to look for it by following the smell. To get into a faster mode, I shifted.

" I questioned. I had sat at more negotiation tables than Bethany had bought clothes. When it came to verbal sparring, ten of her could not match me. As expected, the fickle online vigilantes immediately switched sides against her. Netizen PL: [Helping a mistress? Damn, that's disgusting!] Netizen UN: [You're causing all this chaos to force the wife out? And you're so good at it. How many times have you done this before?] Netizen WD: [Nothing's more vile than helping a mistress.] But I underestimated Bethany. She had learned some tricks while mingling. After a moment of shock, she regained her composure. "Jessica, I've told you over and over. Once a man cheats, you can't keep him. If it happ

"Stanley, you're a cheat! You set us up! Give us our things back!" I turned to the side, effortlessly dodging his punch. He stumbled forward, almost face-planting onto the floor in an utterly embarrassing manner. "Please mind yourself, Mr. Pritchard." I straightened my slightly rumpled shirt and continued icily, "At the gambling table, winning or losing depends on one's skills. Don't forget—I wasn't as hysterical when I lost to you earlier." I averted my eyes, entirely done with watching their pathetic behavior. I turned toward my attorney and assistant, who stood frozen in utter shock by the side.