Cheater Novel Novels & Stories

"You knew?" She gave another faint laugh and started the car. "Vince, you're not a child anymore. My company, the clothes on your back, the food on your table, and even Dad's nursing home—you think any of that exists without Emma?" I never expected her to say something like that. My eyes prickled with tears instantly. "But she cheated on me with Scott!" Bernadette let out a scornful laugh. "So what? You're my brother, and so is Scott. It's not like he's some random lowlife, so why are you so hung up on this?"

After I'd had my fun, only then was I willing to return home and inherit the family business dutifully. I had wanted to spend the rest of my life with Alissa. However, for things to end up at this point tonight… She and Rhys were the ones who brought this upon themselves. Suddenly, Alissa shoved Rhys away, tearing herself from his embrace. She lunged forward to the side of the table, staring fixedly at those three dice. Then, she lifted her head stiffly to look at me. "Why, Stan… You…" It was only at this moment that Rhys snapped to his senses. He had lost everything. He charged at me to hit me. "Stanley, you're a cheat! You set us up! Give us our things back!"

he whispered, the words heavy with possession. "I love you too," I replied, meaning the game, the thrill, the power. But as he dozed, I slipped away, robe tied loosely, cum trickling down my leg. Upstairs, in my room, I texted Richard: Miss you, Daddy. Home alone tonight? The betrayals were stacking, each one feeding my cravings. Ethan thought he had my heart; Richard had my body. But I? I had them both, dancing on the edge of discovery, and the fall would be exquisite.

"What are you trying to say? Are you saying it's disgusting for me to touch you?" I nodded my head. "I guess you're getting a little bit smart after all. You should know that it's disgusting for a cheater like you to touch me. I really don't want anything to do with someone like you, especially since you and your mistress are here. Now, go find somewhere else to fuck yourself."

The whiskey haze, the night, the words spilling out of my mouth: “Kiss me… at my husband’s wedding.” I remembered the man. Tall, muscular, impossibly handsome, smirking at me like he already knew me better than I knew myself. I had leaned into him, reckless and desperate and let him… oh my I pressed a hand to my mouth, eyes wide. “Oh God… I did that?” I tried to breathe, but the knot in my stomach made it impossible. I flipped through the comments under the video, every single one a knife: “Who’s the lucky bastard?” “She’s insane!” “Fucking diva caught in the act.” “Callista…that bitch was cheating all along yet she acted innocent.” My stomach churned.

His precum dropped from the tip and Jessica slurped it up into her mouth. Mark watched as he rubbed her vigorously. He was feeling a bit of jealousy in him. He tapped Charlie to take his place They both swopped positions and now Charlie was looking at her aroused womanhood. He knew he was already in it, he now didn't care. " Eating cake is technically not cheating", he thought, " it's not like I'm screwing another woman"

I added. “Don’t try to make me out to be a cheater because you are one,” She snapped. “Lauren, I am not a fucking idiot, you have been seeing someone, and it isn’t something that has started recently because he seems to have made himself at home already,” I said.

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."

"Yeah! How could you hit him?" I sneered. "Pamela, you cheated while we were still married. The divorce isn't even finalized yet, and you dare show up in public like this? Your family used to be dirt poor. Now that you have a little money, you're out here shamelessly keeping a side piece. "You're even acting as if you have class. It's the first time I've seen something like this." "What did you say? Who are you calling a side piece?" William lost it.