Novel & Cerita Cerpen Perselingkuhan Suami

Taking the high-speed rail would have been faster, but Caleb insisted on having Sebastian drive them. After putting up the divider, Penny began going through the documents on the auction carefully. Caleb gazed at her for a while before asking, “I noticed your kitchen doesn’t look like a space that’s often used when I visited. Looks like your husband is not home most of the time.” Penny’s movements faltered ever so slightly, as a way of silently agreeing. “Penny, you know he’s having an affair, don’t you?” “Every family’s got dirty laundry of their own, Mr. Fergerson.”

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

She had prepared this document a long time ago but never got the chance to release it. And now, it fanned the flames even further while also confirming that Ian was indeed a homewrecker. No matter how much Andrew loved him, he was still left alone and helpless despite his efforts to explain himself. Due to that, he came looking for me. I slapped him in the face without hesitation before pulling out the camera he'd hidden under his jacket, remarking, "Oh? Are you livestreaming this? Well, you got what you wanted, didn't you? I'm divorcing Andrew, so why aren't you satisfied yet? Why did you come here to put on a pitiful act before me?"

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

"So lucky to find true love!" "Goals AF!" ‘More like modern-day whore who steals her friend's husband and fucks him behind her back.’ I was halfway through typing when my coffee mug slipped. My elbow knocked the laptop, and the cursor hit send. "Shit, shit, shit….." I scrambled to delete it, but the damage was done. Within seconds, responses flooded in. "Who is this psycho?" "Jealous much?" But then something unexpected happened. Other comments started appearing. "Actually, she's not wrong. Monica Sterling is a homewrecker. She tried to steal my husband too."