Caught Cheating Novels & Stories

My husband, Charles Marino, sent me three videos in a row to let me know where he was. One was from the docks, where he was inspecting a shipment. Another showed him stepping off the cargo ship. The last showed him arriving at the casino. Each video showed exactly where he was. My doctor glanced at my phone and smiled. "Your husband really loves you. He checks in with you all the time. If I remember correctly, he took a bullet for you four years ago." "Men like that are rare these days. He'd never cheat on you, and he'd give his life for you." I folded the pregnancy test results and smiled back. "He's just changed. That's all." Four years ago, during a shootout at the docks, Charles took a b

The whole hall suddenly shifted in terror. “Consider this to be your punishment for ruining my reputation!” He yelled. His eyes flashed in anger. “How dare you raise your voice at me? Look at you! You whored yourself out with your boyfriend’s uncle! Gabriel is kind enough to let it slide and just focus on the marriage! You—” SLAP! “…” My grandfather slapped me in the face. Blood dripped from my nose, falling on that marriage document. Gabriel had signed it. My grandfather had already registered our marriage without my consent. The date is just a week away. I couldn’t believe I was just sitting here, dumbfounded, unable even to bring up the cheating,

At eleven o'clock at night, my buddy Clint Phillips called and asked me to go catch his girlfriend cheating on him. But as I walked into the hotel lobby ahead of him, a few lines of text suddenly drifted across my vision. [Don't go! There's no other man in Room 1608.] [Lainey Wilson has been dead for over six hours.] [Clint Phillips called you here to take the fall for him.] Only then did it finally hit me. My buddy was out of town on a business trip. So how did he know his girlfriend was cheating on him at this particular hotel? While I stood there frozen, he sent me the room's door code, 1107. Clint: [Ray, hurry up! Catch those two lowlifes in the act!] I stopped in my tracks, turn

"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?"

[Happiness is stargazing with the right person. In less than a minute, my phone was exploding with notifications. Sam sent me a text message. [How crazy are you? You’re already getting cheated on, and you’re still stargazing with that cheater? No wonder she’s cheating on you! I hope you get cheated on forever!]

“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.”

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.