Cheater Karma Novels & Stories

Cheat Codes Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I am a glutton for punishment. Ever since the tender age of fourteen, I knew there was something wrong with me. Because of all the boys in all the world I could go and have a crush on, I fall for him.

Sugar momma. We stand for a moment and watch. “Thirty-two,” she asserts and claps her hands together in excitement as it spins. The ball goes around and around, and I hold my breath as we wait for it to land. The ball bounces a few times and then finally lands on number eleven. The table all laugh and sigh and she snaps her fingers in disappointment. “Again.” She smiles to the dealer. My eyes drop to the pile of betting chips in front of her and I count. Twenty. Holy shit. She is betting with two hundred thousand dollars.

“There’s no such thing as karma. This is simply what happens when you’re too greedy.” After thinking about this for an entire night, Aquafina formed a conclusion about her failed marriage. “I was wrong, too. I was too assertive and overlooked his pride. But this shouldn’t serve as his excuse to cheat on me. “He kept sending me messages to apologize to me last night and asked for my forgiveness. He also asked me to give him another chance. But once someone cheats, they’ll inevitably cheat again.

QT laughed as he put the red button aside for a moment to ease the tie that he was wearing since he just came back from an important meeting about the illegal export of weapons. "You tried hard, I'll give you that," Karma said as he stood swiftly before kicking the table aside, making the red button slip off to a far distance. He looked at the man smiling widely. A smile that wasn't reaching his eyes and that looked sinister enough to run a cold chill down QT's spine. "However, I still hate psychos the most. And you'll always remain the same psycho person that Qingxi rejected for me." Karma said before he pressed his foot on his hand.

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."

Then, one afternoon, we received a shipment of wedding souvenirs—delicate, hand-painted glass favors engraved with our initials. I picked up one of the boxes and frowned. The packaging was careless, the wrappings half-done. One of the glass favors tumbled out, landing in my palm. It was beautiful, no doubt. But as I stared at the etched initials—*K&E*—my breath caught in my throat. *K&E.* Not *Jay and Me.* Jay and Linda. My fingers tightened around the fragile glass as the truth crashed over me. This wasn’t an accident. It was a sign.

“I choose to be a good wife, and I went out there to do what you're supposed to be doing, working tirelessly to make our life better and all I get from all of this is you accusing me of cheating?” “You're evil Marcus, and karma will catch up with you”. “The only person karma will catch up with is you, you shameless slut.” “Never, Marcus, never have I cheated on you, I could swear on our child, you know, I find it hard to believe you feel cheating on me is normal you aren't even remorseful about it. Despite all that I have done for you. “I have never gone against my father's wish, but I did for you, I sacrificed practically everything for you. Is this how you're repaying me?.”

"What do you mean?" "She's been lacing your food with spermicide. It's enough to make you sterile forever." He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "She had it all planned out. Once you become sterile, she'll have enough reason to divorce you and take your money. Then, she'll marry me." So that was it. That was why we could never have our own children! Fury pulsed through my veins, filling my body with enough strength to stand back up. I slammed my palm right into Christopher's cheek. "You bastards!"

Both companies expelled them, leaving only their shares, which they tried to use to curry favor with me. I accepted. Then I turned over more than a year's worth of evidence to the police. Grayson, Peter, and Kayla were all arrested for intentional harm. My only demand was for the heaviest possible sentence. But no punishment could undo the pain. All I could do was heal myself… and heal Joyce. Ahead of us lay a gentler road, one we would walk together. The End.

Cakra said. "Bitch! Whore! Slut! f**k! ********! Prostitute! ********! ********! ********! ********! ********! I should be there kissing him, not her! Arrrrggghhhh! That fucking blasphemy bitch!" Kartika keeps ranting to release her anger like a toxic netizen on Facebook. Sorry for the censors, please kindly buy the DLC version to unlock them. "She must be so irritated. Better to leave her alone for now." Cakra thought.