Novel & Cerita Cerita Istri Ku Selingkuh

"Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?" "Mr. Jackel, you want a divorce but aren't willing to pay. Are you trying to force your wife out with nothing?" Nate looked horrified. He never expected that everything he had just said was being livestreamed across the internet. At that moment, Grace's screams pierced through the ward. "Get away from me! I'm not a mistress! I'm not! "The unloved one is the real mistress!" Nate froze. "Wendy! If you have a problem, come at me!"

She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister.

"Apa maksud anda mengatakan Ibu Tiara bukan istri yang baik, Pak Fikri?" "Dia ternyata juga sudah berselingkuh! Entah hanya karena ingin balas dendam pada saya atau apa. Tapi yang jelas dia sudah mengkhianati saya. Berani beraninya dia berselingkuh dengan saudara iparnya bahkan sampai punya anak!" Bagai disambar petir, jantungku berdetak keras. Darimana Mas Fikri mendapat cerita itu? Apa dia ketemu dengan Mas Angga? Atau dari Mbak Arum?

I hung up the phone and slammed the speedboat's throttle all the way down. When the boat hit the beach, the dock was as chaotic as a flea market. In the crowd, my sister, Emily Lambert, was curled up on the ground, her clothes disheveled and her appearance completely wrecked. She clutched her chest, gasping for air, her pale, sickly face streaked with tears. The island's steward, Marcus Jenner, lifted his foot and kicked her without hesitation. "Little brat, didn't you hear me tell you to get lost? Don't you know whose place this is!"

She started making up lies to Brian — to me — claiming Dominic had taken her to car shows, claiming they were spending entire weekends together. Except here’s the problem. Every “car show” she bragged about? I was the one standing next to my husband. And while he was walking around admiring engines, I was texting her as Brian. “Wow, he sounds amazing.” “You must feel special.” All while watching him buy lemonade ten feet away. She swore he was with her. He was with me. She created stories to compete with a woman she didn’t even know was his wife. And Dominic? He never suspected a thing.

he said “Where are you from? You looked like you’ve been travelling for a while” I lowered my gaze again, pretending to be ashamed “I … I ran away” The air in the room grew tense and I grew rigid thinking I had made a mistake with my choice of words. Isla stood up from her seat and sat down beside me on the bed. She placed a comforting hand on me and asked with a careful and warm tone “From what, dear?” I swallowed and let the lie flow “I was… a servant in a wealthy household but I committed a grave sin by falling in love with my master’s son and even worse, I got pregnant. When my master found out, he tried to …”

I'd advise you to quit before you embarrass yourself any further. "Marrying someone like you is proof of me having the worst luck ever." As he spoke, his eyes darted around nervously as if he were afraid someone might realize we were married. His behavior was ridiculous. "If it's so terrible to be married to me, why don't you just replace me outright?" I asked. "Or does sneaking around and keeping your options open somehow make things more fun?" Anger simmered inside me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't suppress the fire in my gaze as I looked at him.

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

He lunged forward, trying to stop me, but the security guards I'd arranged beforehand blocked his way. "Second, the truth about my ex-wife, Quinn Hart. She betrayed me and entered a relationship with Chester. They had an affair behind my back and had a child together. After this, I will be pressing charges against Quinn for bigamy." Photo after photo and video after video appeared on the screen. The reporters instantly turned their cameras toward Quinn, whose face had turned deathly pale. Once everything was over, I stood up and walked toward the exit without hesitation. Seeing me leave, Quinn jumped to her feet and tried to chase after me. But the next second, a dozen reporters surrounded h

Irina, my wife, the woman I thought was a saint, was cheating on me. "When was this?" I pointed to one of the photos. Specifically one where she was on all fours on a couch while the man fucked her from behind. "This morning, sir." The investigator seemed nervous. "What else do you have?" I asked. "I want everything." "It's the third property she's purchased, sir. Different lovers, and from what little I've investigated, it seems there have been many." The investigator shifted in his chair. For the first time in my life, I was speechless.