Cerita Istri Ku Selingkuh Novels & Stories

Arrogant husband of mine is not present in the room, I quickly took my night wear was about to change but I don't when my bathrobe strings were open and I turned to see my husband is looking at me with lust. "Why are you wearing dress? We don't need anything when we make love right?" he asked like innocent kid. "Don't you think you are being pervert nowadays?" I asked with smirk. "Yes I am because I am exclusively being pervert only to my dear wife." He smirked and winked at me. "Don't you think you are cheating your wife?" I asked with fake glare. "My wife don't mind because I know that my wife is also cheating me with her boss," he said with equal smirk making me smile at his antics.

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

If you might know she is trying to steal my husband from me. 'You are lying.' 'Erm, why would I?' "Because i was told you would say just that, you and i know the truth that you are the one who took her man from her. Now i am not saying that what she is doing is right but i mean how heartless could you be and you even had the audacity to get pregnant. That... is very low even from you.' 'Are you done ranting?! that good for nothing liar painting me black in her mental deranged mind1' oh hormones why am I crying!

She kept her gaze on the floor. "You will be my personal release, you will be there whenever I am ready for you. As long as I am not bored of you, you aren't allowed to leave me. Your marriage to my brother is void. We got married first. I am your real husband. If you don't listen to me, I’ll tell him the truth about our steamy night together."

A sense of unease crept through me, and I heard the repulsive voice of an unfamiliar man asking me, "Did you enjoy yourself?" At that very moment, I felt as if my blood had gone cold. It was as if I had plunged into an icy abyss. A man I didn't know was lying in bed beside me. It wasn't my husband. I'd been raped. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to explain that I had no idea who the man was and that he had forced himself onto me, no one believed me. A multitude of evidence appeared out of nowhere to make it seem like I had been cheating on Andrew with this man for a while now.

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”

Upon noticing my nervousness, she casually asked if I had divorced Winona. There was hope in her eyes, so I bluntly stated, "Not yet." Her face instantly went icy cold. It was a long time before she finally said anything. "Why? She cheated on you. Do you still love her? Jonathan, I never knew you were so dedicated. I always thought you were a ruthless and ungrateful man." "I..." I wanted to argue back, but I realized there was nothing I could say to back my retorts. The one who was devastatingly loyal to Winona was me. The one who fabricated evidence to slander Sarah was also me.

Then, the man's face appeared—he was slapping the woman's behind and boasting smugly, "Do you want to drain me completely?" I was stunned; my entire body went rigid. The man in the video was my husband, Max, who was supposed to be on a business trip in North City! It felt like a bolt from the blue, completely paralyzing my ability to think. I forced myself to calm down and watched the video several times. Eventually, I was certain it wasn't doctored. Even the timestamp in the top right corner showed tonight's date, just minutes ago. This means that my husband, Max Jennings, was using his business trip as a cover to cheat on me with his mistress in a hotel!

There was no effort to hide the ridicule in his voice. Or the satisfaction. He knew I had seen the text. He wanted to see me embarrassed. Helpless. Broken. But strangely, I felt calmer than ever. At last, the man in front of me had dropped every mask. I walked up to him and met his eyes. “What’s wrong, Mr. Hart?” I said coolly. “Tired of your mistresses already, so now you’re looking for trouble with your wife?” I gave a faint laugh. “Or is my affair just not elegant enough for you? In a miserable marriage, finding someone to lean on is a pretty normal response, isn’t it?”

Isaac told her, but his tone was gentle—as it had been since the start. Irene pursed her lips again. Still, she had no reason to hide anything now that Isaac knew, so she simply showed her hand—that way, Isaac would hate her, quickly divorce her, and finally let her go. "Yes, I met a wounded man. He was being pursued by some assailants and threatened me, but I had no idea if he was a villain. He never hurt me, which was enough for me. That's why I decided to help him, and that's when he started to get frisky. I did not resist—in my head, my husband did not like me, and having sex with that man was a perfect opportunity to make him hate me. That's how I had another man on the night of our wed