Cerita Selingkuh Dengan Bapak Mertua Novels & Stories

one of the ladies she came with says. "Yes! You slept with your sister's ex-husband. You mean to tell us you also did that to save your dying father? Stop lying, girl; we ain't fools! You have no reason whatsoever to sleep with people's husbands. It's wrong!" the second one says, moving closer. Then Marie moves back. "You think you are good too?" She turns to the first one. "You actually followed them here to beat a husband snatcher; are you for real?" They all turn to Cecelia, which is the name of the second lady.

"You dirty wench! I've only been working out of the city for six months, and you've already had another man's baby?!" Hearing this, Jason finally realized what was going on and looked at Cara in shock. "Didn't you say you've already divorced your husband?" The man turned around and glared viciously at Jason. "You're the pretty boy? You love to sleep with another man's wife, is that it? I'll kill you!" Jason quickly tried to argue his way out. "There's… Nothing happened between us! We weren't cheating!" I simply watched the events unfold with my arms crossed in front of my chest, indifferent. Only idiots like Jason and Cara would genuinely believe that as long as they didn't sleep together, i

Little did he know that now he would hear this surprising revelation from his own grandson. "My goodness, so what does all this mean, Ed?" Anita asked, feeling bewildered. Her tears had stopped, and she looked at Edwin and Candra, alternately, seeking an explanation. "Alright, while my mom's not here, I'll explain it to you now. Teguh loved Melati long before she married me. He tried every possible way to get to Melati, eventually resorting to malicious tactics. Teguh shut down Gunadi's business to get his daughter. And, unexpectedly, Melati became pregnant, which led to me forcibly marrying her. What's even worse, Teguh persistently chased after Melati, even when she fled to the village whi

Libra Erianto pinched his Little Mel’s nose lovingly and adorably. “We’re off first, Grandpa, Grandma… I haven’t eaten anything since this morning…” lied Little Melita still feeling uneasy, jumpy and a little bit nervous. She pulled her Libra Darling’s hand to walk away from Mr. Apollo, Mrs. Columba, Gemini Erianto and Cindy Zita. “Why do you pull me further from them, Melita Darling?” asked Libra Erianto slightly frowning his forehead. “Or else, you’ll also spill the beans telling them about my pregnancy… I think it’s wiser to tell Grandpa and Grandma later on, Libra Darling…” said Melita Tionadi slightly massaging her chest for a quick moment.

I raised a hand to interrupt him, signaling him to go ahead and handle the paperwork. "Actually, you misunderstood. It's not what you think. That day, Lily and I didn't go all the way—" "Just because you didn't go all the way doesn't mean it's not cheating," I shot back, immediately silencing him. "The moment you hid from me and had your mom bring another woman into our home, you had already betrayed me. So don't bother defending yourself. It's disgusting to hear." From my resolute expression, Johnny knew there was no room left for argument. He tried to use nostalgia to evoke some tenderness. "Annie, do you remember when we first got together?"

"Of course not. And what makes you think Clark will even believe you? He loves me. He trusts me. No matter what you say, he won't believe a word of it." She tried to pull her arm away, but Clinton only tightened his grip. She winced from the pain. "Really? You aren't scared? What if he finds out we are already married?" "That marriage is a total hallucination. I never accepted that wedding. Even if you tell him, it won't matter. My advice? Just go back to where you belong and forget everything." Megan tried to act brave. But Clinton pulled a phone out of his pocket. "What if I have evidence? Proof that we reached... heaven?"

The tracker was one of her booty calls and every little detail in the kidnap was of her doing, down to the police officials too. Mama Peters, Aunty herself was sleeping with her boss, they had an office affair that was quite serious and half of the time she claimed she was visiting uncle, she was actually with him. Information had it that he was really loaded. Papa Peter's had a complicated fertility issue and his three kids were born by insemination. Apparently, he had a wife who couldn't bear kids for him and Aunty was his mistress who later became something serious. They aren't legally married.

And it wasn’t just any case; it was a crazy class-action suit! I stood there, my arms wrapped around Gab in a tight hug. I couldn't believe how far we had come in such a short time. I could still remember how we hit it off in the bar that day over a few drinks, talking about our craziest experiences with boys and how most of them had broken our hearts. I told her about Luca and Samantha and how they had betrayed me, and how I had slept with Williams that night only to meet him a few years later. In turn, she shared her story about the crazy betrayal from her husband on her wedding night when he caught her with her brother. Damn, that is some kind of betrayal—seeing your husband-to-be in bed

"Shut up! I don’t want to hear another word from you! Running from son to father, embarrassing your sister on her wedding day! This is supposed to be Rita’s big day, she's supposed to be celebrating! But what do you do? You come here and turn it into this... spectacle! Eric has stormed off, you've humiliated him! The bride is here without her groom. Are you happy now?" The crowd was still watching, their whispers turning into a roar of judgment and shock. My heart pounded, but I knew I had to be strong. Eric and Rita had made their decision and I was making mine. "And as if that wasn’t enough for you," she continued, "you had to steal your sister’s day, didn’t you?" "Mom, you know what Rita

Mpok Yetti alleged that he didn't believe it. Mbak Hamidah was upset because she was not trusted, even though the information she brought was difficult to obtain. "I swear. I am not lying. Ba'da Subuh tadi aku tuku bubur ning Bu Hajjah Awi, nah, Buk Sastri ning kono. Terus aku pura-pura mulih. Sing dak rungu, Buk Sastri pesan nasi tumpeng sing gede kanggo tamu bengi sing pengin ngelamar Ning!" (Java Language, means: After the Fajr prayer earlier, I wanted to buy porridge at Hajjah Awi, well, Mrs. Sastri was there. Then I pretended to go home. What I heard, Mrs. Sastri ordered a large tumpeng rice for tonight's guests who want to propose to Ning) said Mbak Hamidah.