Novel & Cerita Cheater X Male Reader

“I am sorry, ma'am, but I go by Ghost.” He didn't want to reveal his real name. I noted that immediately. It was probably against whatever security rules he operated under. I went quiet afterward, but barely five minutes later, I spoke again. “Asking for a friend. Do you think it's a good idea to punish a man who cheated and even got his mistress pregnant?” I asked. “I wouldn't know because I'm not in that position, ma'am,” he simply responded. Frustration gnawed at my chest. He wasn't giving me the response I wanted, and I couldn't exactly tell him the full story. I needed someone to talk me out of the crazy idea forming in my head.

“I’m not crazy⁠—” “You’re fucking crazy. Crazy to let that asshole steal your confidence. Crazy to let that idiot strip you down to a hollow shell of insecurity. Let me tell you something about men, sweetheart. They cheat because they cheat. It’s as simple as that. His gaze didn’t wander because you were less than, because your ass wasn’t hard enough or your tits weren’t perky enough.” “I appreciate that, but that has nothing to do with it.”

“Don’t play dumb. You’re sleeping with Madeline—the same woman who bullied Lauren in high school. And you dare to lecture me about partnerships?” Caleb staggered back, panicked. Preston walked up to him, leaning close, his voice low and cutting. “Do you know the difference between you, me, and Ethan? You think with your manhood before your brain. How can you call yourself untouchable when you can’t even control your desires? Only ten percent of women in America forgive cheaters. The moment you betrayed her, you lost.” He patted Caleb’s back with a cynical grin. “Give up the fight.”

“Mine cheated with his trainer. I found out he was the one who curated the same playlist my boyfriend and I fuck with. It was a messy one.” “Hold up! He cheated with his male trainer?” Isabella asked. “So he’s a closeted gay?” She roared in laughter, the rest of us joining her. “And he wasn’t even a top,” Chloe adds amidst the fits of laughter she’s having. “Anyway, I stayed for two months just to fuck his childhood best friend as revenge. Best sex I’ve ever had.” Isabella laughs softly. “I caught mine with his assistant on my birthday. I still went home and fucked the guy who delivered the apology flowers the next day. Sometimes you just need to feel wanted.”

He thought the talk about the divorce would stop for a while. But he was wrong. The alpha wasn't compromising. Uea frowned deeply. His waist continued to be massaged while the alpha also assisted, reaching every part in his walls and hitting the right places. Uea thought deeply. The plot had been changing for a while, and he wouldn't be surprised to know that the main character had also changed some of the plots before he crossed over. Could it be that the main character truly cheated with that lover and was caught by Xander? Uea could remember his principle for this book. Aside from the male leads, the main character couldn't sleep with anyone else, and neither could the male leads do that.

"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."

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.

Right now I am wishing that he was still here to put this bastard in his place. “So are you ready?” He questions and flicks his tongue. There is always this amount of confidence that he has that he always baffles me. How can someone have such audacity to want to cheat on his girlfriend with her roommate and best friend right in her house? It is really pathetic and perplexing. “Let me handle this bastard!!! Stop being a weakling Celine!!! Allow me devour this son of a bitch!!!” Jane growls inside of me, almost tearing me apart.

Hector had to admit that it was a cheap trick. After all, Chester was using his memories being in disarray as an excuse to call Giselle his wife publicly, taking full advantage of the situation. Giselle didn't even feel appalled because of it. Hector expected nothing less from Chester! As an expert in romance, Hector thought Chester didn't look like a man who had been single for almost 30 years. Chester wasn't a playful person, or else, he would have ex-girlfriends all over the world. Chester coldly looked up and didn't say anything about how straightforward Hector was. Instead, he just said calmly, "How could you tell?"

I’m such a dunce! “How is that possible? Al... Xander is an honorable man; he would never cheat on you. Are you sure it was him?” She protested, her words coming out in a rush. While her faith in her Alpha is admirable, it complicates my teasing plans. “But he did! Lea, I saw it with my own eyes. He’s a liar and a jerk. I hope I never have to see him again,” I continued, feigning upset, leaning into the dramatic moment.