Cerpen Perselingkuhan Suami Novels & Stories

Knitting and swapping secrets, their favorite hobbies. Pearl shoves another bite of muffin into her mouth and chews. "After Sally's husband died, she hooked up and is having a wild sex affair with Mark, who works as a policeman in the adjoining building. It's been going on for almost ten years. You know?" I shake my head because she's wrong. I didn't know. I guess I assumed some things were confidential. Do the rest of the guys know Mark is feeding information to half the town through pillow talk?

Then I started typing. I continued from my previous work writing about that woman on her honeymoon. I wrote about the villa on a remote island with white curtains and a private beach and a guest cottage tucked behind a curtain of palm trees. I wrote about a husband who was kind and decent and completely unaware that his wife was slipping out of their bed every night to meet another man. I wrote about the other man, older and darker and utterly irresistible, the kind of man who drugged his own son to get what he wanted. I wrote about the blindfold and the silk cords and the way he made her beg. I wrote about the sound of the husband sleepwalking through the villa while his wife lay tangled wi

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

"That bitch Lily is dead. She died last year in that basement. By the end there wasn't a patch of healthy skin left on her body!" "I've got nothing. I can't even get hired to sweep streets -- nobody wants a man with a record." "Serena, for the sake of the seven years we had together, can't you forgive me?" "Just let me come back and I'll be your servant. I'll get on my knees every day and bring you tea!" I sat inside the warm, luxurious cabin. Through the dark, tinted privacy glass, I looked coldly at the most pathetic version of a man I had ever seen.

Tyler asked as my hand was still moving over Reid's bulge. "So that means, you're like an expert on sex for couples. Is that how you met Cerena, did you steal her away from Daniel?" He asked me as I stopped my hand from moving on Reid’s bulge, and turned my neck to face Tyler, who was now sitting so close and smiling in my face. "What do you mean by that statement Tyler?" Susan questioned with her anger present in her eyes. "I mean, don't they all fuck married women that are their client. No wonder Cerena isn't married anymore. I can see why." he said out loud as he took a sip of water before continuing.

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

I was surprised, it was not familiar to me. "Who is that?" I whispered to myself. Out of curiosity I opened the message. My mouth dropped, my hand trembled when I saw a photo. "N-No. It's not true..." My lips trembled and I sat on the edge of the bed still looking at the photo. It shows my husband with another woman, who is holding a baby, standing together. Both of them are beaming with sincere joy. My chest drops, until the anger starts to build. I can't believe what I am seeing. I don't want to think that he's having an affair. I am convincing myself that it is not true. It simply isn't. This does not mean that he is cheating. He loves me, I know that Lucas loves me.

"It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!" "Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, babe, you can toy with him however you want." The couple laughed as they walked into the dream home that should've been mine. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. I stood in the dimly lit stairwell, feeling as though I had plummeted into an ice pit. How dare they? They cheated on me, humiliated me, and plotted against me behind my back! Did they think I couldn't do anything to them?

Suster meninggalkanku setelah mendorong kursi roda ini. "Saudara penggugat, silahkan sampaikan alasan anda secara detail kenapa anda menggugat suami anda?" "Dia membohongi saya selama 10 tahun pernikahan kami, Pak. Dia berselingkuh dengan saudara sepupunya yang dia anggap adik. Bukan hanya itu ternyata dia juga menikahi perempuan itu tanpa sepengetahuan saya sampai mereka punya anak. Bapak bisa bayangkan, kan, bagaimana sakitnya berada di posisi saya." Tiba-tiba kejadian demi kejadian kembali berputar di kepala, rasa sakit kembali menyayat hati. Tangisku tak bisa kutahan.

The photograph of Elise on the desk behind her — the laughing woman with green eyes and a scar on her collarbone, wearing a man's shirt on a sunlit dock. "You married your cousin to appease a family that destroyed your mother." She said it slowly. Each word placed with the care of someone laying stones across a river. "You tried to get her out. You failed. She died. You spent the next six years building a foundation for orphans and dismantling the family that killed her." "That's the summary, yes." "That's not a summary, Caspian." Her thumb traced the line of his cheekbone one more time, then she pulled her hand away. His fingers tightened on hers for a second — a reflex, a grab — before rel