Cerita Selingkuh Yang Menyakitkan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The love we had shared, the moments of heartbreak, the stolen kisses, the quiet understanding that had always lingered between us… I poured it all onto the page, capturing the complexity and the tenderness. I wrote about the struggles of my marriage, the secrets that had almost destroyed everything, and the painful journey of realizing that love was never simple. I wrote about betrayal and the bitter taste of manipulation, about Samantha and Celine and all the obstacles that had stood in my path. But most of all, I wrote about the lessons—the growth, the resilience, the capacity for forgiveness.

No one regretted this, they felt impressed with the complicated story of Agra and Adel. That feeling is not the item, especially the competition. Risking something complicated with guaranteed uncertainty. Making humans thirsty curiosity tricking other humans with various things. In fact, it must be friends with the darkness of the heart. Something that is avoided or has made deliberately removed will be a time bomb that seems to wait when it suddenly surprises everyone. 🎧🎧🎧

Surely Zari will divorce me, leaving memories that will torture me forever. Late into the night, still tossing and turning in bed—uncomfortable staring at the ceiling, thinking and missing my wife. I just knew I had my wife wrapped around my finger, and no matter what I did, she wouldn't leave me. Boy, jealousy is rottenness to the bone! Oh, how I wish I could take back what I had done. The party was sincerely meant to welcome my wife back from the hospital. But unfortunately, I made a mistake when I met Mike and the guys at the club just a few days before the party, and that conversation got into my head. A memory flashed in my mind from a few nights ago. {The mistake I made the night befor

“N…no. And Leila was calm the whole time. Why?” “Because when a mate cheats, the one being cheated on feels debilitating pain in the stomach, and heart. Along with that the wolf of the one being cheated on becomes very restless, and upset. A simple brush of a hand or something won’t cause that, but anything intimate beyond a hug can, and does harm the other party, badly.” “Oh.” “You, and Leila experienced none of that so that should tell you something.” “Yeah, but who’s to say he didn’t consider it.”

“I’m sure he’s just using you to get back at me.” Her heartbeat stumbled. “What?” Lucas smirked bitterly. “You really don’t know?” Fear slowly crept into her stomach. “Know what?” Lucas wiped blood from the corner of his mouth before answering coldly, “I slept with his girlfriend years ago.” The world around Camila suddenly felt too still. Too quiet. “What?” Lucas shrugged carelessly. “She cheated on him with me.” Camila stared at him speechless. “And trust me,” Lucas continued cruelly, “Mateo never got over it, I am sure this is way of getting back at me”

Colonel Frederick Smyth felt sore in every part of his body, but the pain couldn't compare to the anguish pulsating in his heart. He had succumbed to his desires, indulging in a guilty pleasure that now tormented his soul. His lustful escapade with Caroline had not only left him riddled with guilt but also disappointment that he had betrayed the woman he had vowed to love and cherish.

It was all dark, blurry, and murky, and the aura of darkness started to get more intense. I was feeling a strong sense of loss. I was feeling a pain like no other, it was as though my heart was shattered into a million pieces. My mate, Calista, the one I loved and trusted with all my heart, the one I sacrificed my ambitions for, the one with whom I became soft-hearted had the guts, the sheer audacity to betray me, by cheating on me, with some shitty bastard. Damn! I was such a fool for falling in love with that bitch. Yeah, she is a bitch. Menelik was right after all, these fucking she-wolves, these h-hoes, they are all fucking bitches.

His wrinkled white shirt is open and the sticky sensation of his skin and stench is so unbearable, I have to cover my mouth with my free hand to still the vile that is mensacing to come out. “Noo” Isobella screams in desperation, she must feel the pain of infidelity through the bond. If there is something I’ve come to learn in the short time I’ve been mated to Atticus, if you bit your partner, chosen or mated, and that person is unfaithful to you, you will feel the pain of rejection tenfold. Good, that slut is getting what she deserved. Harmony echoes my own thoughts. That whore tried to take away my mate and thought she could get away by forcing a mate 's bond with the Prince, it serves her

No touch, no whisper, and no sensual dance could penetrate the impenetrable fortress of my grief and pain. My thoughts wandered back to Sophie, the woman who had shattered my world with her betrayal. I couldn't stop replaying the moment when I discovered her infidelity, the heartache that followed, and the torment that had become my daily existence. It was a haunting cycle, an endless loop of what-ifs and regrets.

No name exchanged. Only bruises. And the knowledge that this wasn’t love. It was need. Ruthless, all-consuming, unforgettable need.