Cheater Book Novels & Stories

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

"Winona, let me ask you this one more time. Just what else have you been lying to me about other than the kidney donation?" The moment she heard me mention the kidney donation, she finally decided to drop the act. "I didn't expect an idiot like you to find out. I thought you would be ignorant for life. It's your fault for being a fool! I never expected a rich lady like Winona to actually donate a kidney to you. The mere thought that you would be too afraid to do anything, even when I cheated on you, because you thought I was your savior fills me with glee. "Oh, right. You don't know yet, do you? I even drug your food and water to give you erectile dysfunction. You've been on that drug for ne

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo

She tried to turn her mind to something else before she turned into a raving woman who couldn’t sleep just because another cheating bastard decided to mess up her life. The first thing that came to her mind was the book she had abandoned after she knew who the writer was. It had become her nightly routine to read the book at the end of every day, but how could she do that now without thinking of him? How dare he accuse her of cheating? Typical, gaslighting men. He had been lying to her all along and now that she caught him, he had the nerve to accuse her of cheating?!

"Love? Dude, take a good look at yourself in the mirror. If it weren't for your money, who would want to put on an act with some sleazy, overconfident guy like you? You really think you're some big shot CEO? Now that you're broke, of course I'm dumping your pathetic behind." With that, Sandy turned and walked away. As she passed by me, she stopped and immediately plastered a fawning smile. "Ms. Greer, to be honest, I was deceived by him, too. If I had known what a scumbag he was, I never would have had anything to do with him. Besides, I'm sure you're far too magnanimous to hold this against someone as insignificant as me." Watching her grovel like that, I felt nothing but disgust.

"You should stop changing the subject, Madison—we're talking about the bastard you're carrying in your belly right now. "You see, the records in the notebook have made it clear that you only slept with Anthony three weeks ago, but the ultrasound says you're six weeks along. Who exactly is the father of the child, Madison?" I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp pain helping me hold onto my last shred of composure. I stared directly at Anthony, who was standing behind Emily, and asked, "Do you not believe me too, Anthony? Do you think I've been cheating on you?"

The newest comments had all been left today, and they were vicious. "The cheater has the nerve to show off an award? I bet she stole that from Joey too."

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

she said. "Good. Then throw this away!" Mika said, handing Naia the book 'Why Men Cheat'. "You subtly approach him." "I already did that! You know how my story was in high school. Everything failed, Mik!" said Naia. "He was still a boy. There were still other pleasures he could get. Now, he is an adult, Nai. And just like any other household, Edgar will get bored with Elissa someday. Someday, if you keep approaching Edgar, Elissa will consider cheating. And when that happens, you grab his heart."

The walls, painted a calming shade of sage green, are lined with towering bookshelves that cradle an array of literature and knick-knacks. When cahir had sat, before he could offer evander a seat, he already helped himself. Cahir gawp at him. They were foes, rivals and people who had beef with each other. Evander crossed his legs and took a book. It had everything one needed to know about drugs. Well, before Cahir would start his lectures he needed to get himself engaged. He knew this alpha feels he won it all. Cahir was done of making his victims seems like they were in good terms when he had set a trap for this man.