Cheated On Husband Novels & Stories

"Loyalty? Did he show any? You probably won't believe this, but he even wanted me to apologize to that woman. "I didn't cause this mess. Aiden did. If he had the guts to cheat, then he should have the guts to deal with the consequences. Isn't that right?" "How is that cheating?" Martha looked at me in disbelief. Amelia scoffed. "At most, it was just an emotional affair." "An emotional affair isn't cheating?" I shot back coldly, then fixed my gaze on Amelia. "If your husband called another woman his 'one and only wife,' could you accept that?"

Every late-night meeting, every business trip, every excuse—it had all been a cover for his affair with Becky. I swallowed the sob threatening to escape and forced myself to stay silent. Patrick Hilton, my husband, wasn’t just cheating on me. He had gotten her pregnant, too. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was lie there, my world crumbling around me as I listened to the man I loved play the role of doting father-to-be for another woman. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The pain was grounding, a sharp reminder that I wasn’t dreaming. This was real.

His tone was calm and gentle that it made me want to cry. I took a deep breath. "Father, I... I cheated on my husband. His name is Sunny. We have been married for four years. I love him. But last week I slept with someone else." The priest stayed quiet for a moment. I heard him shift on his seat. "Tell me what happened," he said.

"It's true. I cheated on you with Rebecca." My world had collided at his words. Noah had pulled me into his arms when I had started sobbing, quiet until I couldn't cry anymore. I had avoided him the whole week long, made him sleep on the couch. I couldn't believe this. First, my grandfather had cheated on my grandmother. Then my uncle on my aunt. And now my husband on me? Was this some silly joke? My hands were shaking, my heart aching as he waited every morning at the door until he caught a glance of me. Once he made sure I was somewhat alright, he only then left for work.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

I dressed frantically, hands shaking so badly I could barely work the zipper. This can't be happening. I love Derek more than anything. We've been trying for a baby for three years. The IVF finally worked and I'm seven months pregnant with our miracle babies. I would never cheat. Especially not with my stepbrother. The room door exploded open. I screamed, spinning around, one shoe on and one off. Camera flashes exploded like grenades behind me. Voices overlapped: "Mrs. Morrison, what do you have to say about the affair?" "Is the baby your brother's?"

"And you destroyed a dying patient's only lifeline over some pathetic jealousy!" "You are cold-blooded beyond belief!" I looked at that agonized face of his and let out a low laugh. The laughter grew louder, echoing through the empty hospital room, eerie and unhinged. The iterative drug I'd poured my heart and soul into formulating for her — she'd smashed it with her own hands. And this husband of mine, so quick to accuse me of being cold-blooded — He couldn't even read the encrypted lab serial number on that culture dish. My serial number.

"How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..." "Just stop this, doctor. Stop!" I slam my hands on the desk as I spring up to my feet. His words are driving me to the edge of craziness. "My husband doesn't have a brain tumor! No, he doesn't," I shake my head slowly. My eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and my cheeks feel hot as they pour down them. It's not that I believe him, but... but... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm feeling right now...

It would seem like luck wasn't on his side; Rebecca matched into the house and she was instantly caught In the middle of all the drama. "Wait! Don't tell me that she's the one?" Her eyes grew distant; finding it hard to believe.. "Y..... Yes" Finally, my coward of a husband told the truth. Mother-in-law's heart sank, she was extremely disappointed with her son. How could he have cheated on me, his wife. I've been loyal and also understanding to the core; why then did he have to cheat on me? That should have been what would be running through her mind. .