Cheater Novel Novels & Stories

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.

He wasn't a cheater. She gave a silent snort. How did anyone know, really? She'd read an article once about cheaters. The numbers were shocking about how many men or women would cheat on their partners. No wonder there are so many books that started with a partner cheating. She really hoped her story ended with a happy ending like some fairytale and Mark got his comeuppance.

"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."

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

Monica replied as she spooned Anton some rice. "Okay," said Anton. "To be honest, I'm still traumatized by being cheated on. Or when you say you want to get together with your old friends, about school reunions, bukber and the like, you can't come anymore," Monica replied with a sharp look. "I understand, for your sake, I won't go to the invitation of reunion, bukber, or anything like that with my old friends," said Anton. Monica smiled but even though she could smile beautifully in front of Anton her heart could not lie. She was still traumatized and could not fully trust Anton. There is a saying that if a man cheats once, he will do it again.

They might just end up cheating later on. Hence, they all believed that Chester was far too trusting. How could he still be so calm when things with Harry and Giselle had gotten so out of control? Shouldn't he yell at Giselle and break up with her? The haters waited anxiously, and the keyboard warriors tapped even more furiously. "Is Chester some kind of saint? He's been cheated on by his own girlfriend, but he hasn't done anything at all. Is that what rich people are like nowadays?"

Then I lowered my head and chuckled wryly to myself. So that’s how it was… no wonder he was in such a hurry for a divorce. He’d already found himself another woman. If he wanted to leave me simply because the feelings between us had faded, that would be one thing… but he’d come up with such a bold ruse, for the purposes of tricking me into agreeing to the divorce, even selling my own property, while he kept the lion’s share for himself. He was evil, indeed… I carefully folded up Ian’s physical report, and hid it in the deepest recesses of my handbag.

Once I left, he met Cynthia, the female protagonist he was meant to be with. Apparently, when I returned, I would end up picking on Cynthia out of jealousy. I would do whatever it took to destroy their relationship, making me the evil villain of the story. As I listened to his descriptions, I started laughing. "Sean, cheating is cheating. Why are you going to such lengths to come up with such an absurd story?" I asked. However, Sean looked at me earnestly and said, "I thought it was just a dream too, Daphne, until I met Cynthia and found that everything happened exactly as I'd seen in those visions."

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.

Low blow, even for a cheater. "But you still banked on him cheating, huh?" "Of course you did," he replied ruthlessly, without a hint of sugarcoating. "Isn't it practically scripted? A total failure of a man, leaching off his wildly successful wife, cheats out of pure spite, boredom, insecurity pick your poison. Then, when the truth explodes, he flips the script, acting like he's the devastated victim, the one who deserves sympathy. As if he didn't torch everything himself."