Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater Novels & Stories

The small group looked at each other, and then the market broke loose. “Child, how much for the baked one?” one elder asked quickly, already reaching for his bracelet. “How much for the fresh?” “Can I buy three?” “Do you have more pumpkin?” “Is this real organic food?” Vera answered loudly so the whole forming crowd could hear. “One thousand coins for a pound of fresh pumpkin and fifteen hundred for baked. Potatoes are five hundred each, baked potatoes are six hundred. Samples are free, but the supply is limited.”

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

"Mr. Keller Senior, I never meant for this to happen. I'm the Keller family's daughter-in-law. I never intended to hurt Elias or Christopher." Gregory, still clutching his hand in pain, froze. He stared at Mom in disbelief. "Daughter-in-law? What do you mean by 'the Keller family's daughter-in-law?' Selena Ashford, you really did cheat on me!" Caught between shock and fury, he shouted for someone to hit her. Mom shot to her feet and slapped Gregory hard across the face. Cold sweat ran down her face as she growled fiercely, "Shut your mouth! Stop this right now. He's not someone you can afford to mess with!"

Even the few people who nodded at the enforcer didn't dare approach him for a signature. Khyle meandered over to the bluenet and stabbed a batch of fries and gravy, twisting the melted cheese around his fork before finally finagling the first bite of poutine into his mouth. He hummed in contentment as he chewed and swallowed, a sound far more pornographic to Gunner's ears than it ought to be. He grit his jaw. "Jesus, Santos. You gonna eat it or make love to it?"

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The kitchen smelled like garlic and rosemary—a roast I was attempting for the pack dinner tonight. Grace was in her playpen in the corner, babbling at her toys with the intense focus only a thirteen-month-old could manage. She'd just started walking last week, and now everything was an adventure that required immediate toddling investigation. I was chopping vegetables when I felt him enter the room. That particular shift in air pressure that announced Lord Castellan's presence before he made a sound.

The fridge rattled behind her as he destroyed her cunt. “Take it, you cheating little slut,” he snarled, his face inches from hers. “This is what your pussy was made for.” He slapped her bouncing tit hard, then pinched her nipple while pounding her. Emma’s eyes rolled back, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as another orgasm built fast.

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."

"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."

But the evidence was right in front of me—Mark and Kevin were with a woman who wasn't Donna! So what was going on? Did she cheat on me or not? I was confused. I decided I needed to go home and find out if Donna was really there! If she was home and things seemed normal, it would mean I was just being paranoid. With that thought, I gritted my teeth and drove back home. I rushed upstairs and pulled out my keys, opening the door with urgency. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Donna frantically spraying insecticide around the kitchen.

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]