Cheater Novel Novels & Stories

How could she expect me to just understand after hearing such complicated things from her? Chandra planted a seed of question inside my head from the very beginning we met. She had decided to interfere with every decision in my life. It was just a simple question. Until it grows and multiplies. It was her and Amara's fault that I'm extremely obsessed to know the answer to the questions that kept on pestering me- why am I different? Why does this place exist? Who is Amara? Who is Chandra? Who am I? Since the day I came, there's never been a single second that my head rested. Amara wailed while hugging Chandra, and she comforted him. Amara kept on asking for apologies- shaking her head. Is Ama

I was taken aback when I found myself guffawing aloud. He inquired with an interested tone, "What's the matter?" I confronted him with this question while pointing to the floor next to him and exclaimed, "Did you just hum'my darling'?!!" He gave a few quick blinks of his eyes before erupting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "yeah. I guess I did." I rolled my eyes and let out a snort of laughter at her response. "It's so cheesy that I can almost smell the cheesy romance novel it comes from!" "It's so corny that I can almost smell the cheese!"

Seeing my cold, indifferent expression, Laurence's face darkened. "Dakota, do you really have no feelings left for me after all these years?" I gave a humorless laugh. "Feelings? During the five years we were together, you had been cheating on me with Zoey for four of them!" Laurence had been interested in Zoey back in college, but at the time, he was just a poor guy, and Zoey hadn't given him the time of day. It wasn't until four years ago, when they ran into each other at a reunion, that things changed.

The kind, earnest boy he once was had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth but found no words. At length, he murmured, "She was another man's child. I couldn't stand having her by your side. I always thought… we'd have our own child." He pretended to sound tender, but I felt only disgust. Softly, icily, I replied, "We did have our own child. You killed him with your own hands. Have you forgotten? When you pushed me aside to check on Kayla, your son was doomed never to be born."

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

"When love's gone, it's gone. Same as before—when you never cared about me chasing you. I'll say it one last time, Vanessa Joplin. You're out of my life." The words landed. Her face drained white, and she crumpled to the floor. *** I had no mercy left. After that, there was no way class was happening. I figured she'd come after me eventually. Just not this fast. The old villagers closed in, watching like it was a street show. They whispered and pointed, probably wondering how a nobody like me ever ended up with someone like Vanessa. I didn't get it either. If she really loved me, she wouldn't have cheated.

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.

On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria. When he sobered up, he immediately knelt before me, crying as he apologized. "I swear I'll cut off all contact with her…" I trusted him until a year later, when I ran into him and Valeria during a routine gynaecological checkup. Valeria clung to his arm, and they were holding a baby, looking like the perfect family of three. I never imagined Wayne would lie to me and keep seeing her behind my back, much less expected them to have a baby together.

I had no idea what he was talking about. But I knew for sure, my body was familiar with his touch! I had no recollection of my past, let alone any infidelity. His grip on my shoulder tightened, causing me to flinch. "Good," he sneered. "Because if you do, I'll make sure Damon never believes a word you say. He'll think you're nothing but a lying, cheating whore." I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down in tears, my body shaking with sobs. He finally released me, watching with a cruel smirk as I crumpled to the ground, calling myself a cheat.