Cheater Book Novels & Stories

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

"Don't you dare touch him!" I snatched the trophy from his hands and lunged forward like a madman, but Megan threw her arm out to block me. "Zachary, stop it! Calm down! Just because you didn't win this trophy, you came to the ceremony to steal it? Where are your manners?" Manners? Mom was murdered by her lover, and now Dad was missing. Why should I care about manners? All she cared about were the few tears streaming down Edward's face, completely blind to what was driving me over the edge.

And the hand gripping my finger was so damn tight, so damn strong. “After his dad,” I muttered finally. “Chester…Chester Fraser?” I didn’t rip my hand away from the hand holding it, but it was close. She couldn’t be serious? It was one thing to cheat on me. After all, I hadn’t exactly been a wonderful boyfriend to her in the time we were together, but Chester? Fucking Chester? That married, womanising, slime bag producer? The very same man who promised young naive girls the world only to shaft them, quite literally. He preyed on the weak, and Isla had never been weak. It made no sense.

The memory brought his blood to a furious boil. ".....That bastard! Right when I was about to win he cheats...and then he's REBORN! The fuck are those odds!?" As he thought of the absurdity of it all he couldn't help but clench his jaw and ball his fist in anger. This seemed to grab Prof. Callista's attention. "You wanna tell me what happened?" She asked with a look of concern while her eyes stayed focused on her work. "That filthy meathead cheated and the System seemed to reward him for it by giving him an early Rebirth..and a RARE Class rebirth at that...dammit!!" He roared— slightly from pain in his ribs and mostly from jealousy.

I command, standing straight beside the bed and face her. “No! Let me see.” She grabs the book from my hand. Her eyes slightly widen, then squint, and look up at me. “I think you’re cheating.” “How am I cheating? I open the book right in front of you like how you did. I shaved my legs because that was what the page you opened. Now, get on your knees and play fair. This is your game anyway, I’m just following rules.” She just pouts and doesn’t move. “See, now who’s cheating?” I throw the book on the bed dramatically. I know her and she can’t stand me getting angry with her for long. I walk to the closet, opening it, and grab my sweatpants.

“Goddamn! This machine is cheating us! “ I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. We we’re both so hopeful and yet was disappointed. Told ‘ya that machine was possessed. It’s tricky, tsk, tsk, tsk. “Let me play,” I said. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!

"You're sorry? My daughter has been hiding in a motel three states away, crying herself to sleep every night, because her mate betrayed her in the worst possible way. And you're sorry?" "I know sorry isn't enough. I know nothing I say can fix what I did. But Marcus, I—" "Beta Marcus," he corrected coldly. "You lost the right to use my first name when you decided to cheat on my daughter." "Beta Marcus," I amended, bowing my head in submission. "You're right. About all of it. I was selfish and cruel and I threw away the best thing that ever happened to me because I was too stupid to see what I had."

Watching her hit me harder than I expected. Back in Sorevia City, I'd burned myself out chasing love and want. Out here, people were burning themselves out just to eat. Sometimes I asked Dora to show me around. Day by day, we walked every corner of the place together. Every now and then, letters from old friends showed up. They said that after I left, Vanessa lost it—asking everyone where I'd gone. She even made scenes at public offices. Nothing came of it. She'd ended the pregnancy. Then she went public—apologies everywhere, saying she never should've cheated, never should've taken my love for granted.

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."