Caught Cheating Novels & Stories

CELESTE POV The first time I saw my husband cheating on me was on I*******m. Not in person, not even through a rumour, but via a post his secretary had ‘mistakenly’ tagged me in. “Some nights are too perfect to share with others,” I read the caption aloud. 11:59 pm.

There was a flicker of remorse in her expression, but she snapped, "It's your fault for saying such outrageous things!" William shot me a gloating look, but he said, "It's all my fault. Don't get mad at Kyle, Rissa. I'm the one who messed up. I shouldn't have stuck to the rules of the game. I shouldn't have gone along with it just because your dare was to sleep with me." Marissa used the hand she just slapped me with to hold William and console him. I could no longer stop my tears from streaming. I turned right around and fled the room.

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

Cassie shrugged it off, walking over to her desk to have a seat. The shock and awe a cheater inevitably portrayed at being caught always intrigued Cassie because it seemed like they truly believed they'd never get caught, but once they're busted, the excuse fountain overflowed. It pissed her off because she knew what it felt like to be cheated on. It sucked beyond words, so she had zero compassion for Tricia's self-imposed plight. "I think there's more to it," Tricia insisted.

Monica replied as she spooned Anton some rice. "Okay," said Anton. "To be honest, I'm still traumatized by being cheated on. Or when you say you want to get together with your old friends, about school reunions, bukber and the like, you can't come anymore," Monica replied with a sharp look. "I understand, for your sake, I won't go to the invitation of reunion, bukber, or anything like that with my old friends," said Anton. Monica smiled but even though she could smile beautifully in front of Anton her heart could not lie. She was still traumatized and could not fully trust Anton. There is a saying that if a man cheats once, he will do it again.

With that, I picked up my bag and strode away under everyone's shocked gazes. When I stepped out of the cafe, the sunlight was blinding. My phone vibrated with a message from James. [The offshore accounts have been traced. The fund flows are quite interesting—besides Wendy, a huge sum also went to an overseas casino.] I halted mid-step. So Cameron had not only cheated and transferred assets—he had also been involved in gambling. That made things even more interesting. That very evening, I received an invitation. It was to the industry's top-tier "Golden Architecture Award" gala.

The police had been skeptical when I first approached them with my story and only DNA results as evidence. A cheating mother claiming her husband had switched embryos? It sounded insane. Until I tricked them with a fake alert to the hotel and made them watch the livestream of what was happening in Derek's room while hiding in the room opposite. One of the men criticized me, calling it illegal, but I didn't care. They decided to burst in once they started hitting each other. In less than an hour, the news of the interim CEO of Lancaster industries was everywhere. Questions were arising, all centering around ‘What Is Going On In The Lancaster Family?’

Mark spat at me contemptuously before marching off with the woman, his arm wrapped around her waist. "Bah!" I spat blood and slowly picked myself up, the pain coursing through me. Right now, I wasn't focused on getting revenge on Mark and Kevin. My mind was consumed with two questions: Where was Donna? Had she cheated on me? After overhearing Mark and Kevin's conversation in the locker room, I was already convinced of Donna's infidelity. Her breathless voice on the phone only added to my suspicions. But the evidence was right in front of me—Mark and Kevin were with a woman who wasn't Donna!

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

The large screen above their heads flickered on and began playing a very explicit video. The footage landed like a landmine, blowing the entire room to pieces. "Holy shit—isn't that woman today's bride? And that man is—" "Ahhh! No blurring! Everyone can see!" "Wait a minute. The bride cheated. She betrayed the groom." "I see it now. Damn. She's been playing dirty." Lacey and Kevin's eyes bulged. Shrieking, they begged the staff to turn off the screen immediately. Then came the turn of Lacey's friends. Their own romantic escapades played out on screen as their boyfriends watched everything unfold. Slaps rang out across the room.