Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

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?"

After all I did for him… after everything I covered for him, he spat my secrets out like I was disposable. Chelsea caught my frozen glare. “Why you quiet?” “It’s my fault,” I admitted, voice low. “I feel like I caused his death. I… I feel guilty.” She laughed sharply. “Girl, how? It’s not your fault a grown-ass man chose love over his life.” I swallowed hard. “Still… I feel guilty.” “So… why don’t you just kill yourself if you feel that guilty?” she said flatly, leaning back in her seat like it was the most logical thing.

" I stepped back and slammed the door shut. The loud bang split us into two worlds and shattered the last fragile illusion they had been clinging to. From that night on, Felix and Chester cut all ties. Felix never returned to Miller Manor and even skipped their father's funeral. Chester, on the other hand, grew colder and more ruthless than ever. Locked away in the discipline quarters, Giselle endured relentless torment day after day until she finally chose to take her own life. After her death, Chester appeared utterly broken. He threw himself into work around the clock, using the endless tasks to dull his pain. Every now and then, he would stumble across one of the small notes I had left i

The difference was shockingly eminent. "Ms. Tina, you only found two people, yet you want revenge?" The Genetic Fighters could not help but laugh a little because they thought it was just a little too funny. Lucas smiled again. "I gave you the chance to live. Why didn’t you cherish it?" With that being said, Biggy roared and threw a punch. The Genetic Fighters fell to the ground and died before they could even scream. "Let's go," Lucas said slowly. The upper echelons of the Chevor family naturally noticed the commotion.

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

His once meticulously groomed hair had lost its luster. “The defendant Xavier Whitmore is found guilty and charged on counts of manslaughter, illegal trafficking, and multiple counts of international crimes.” The judge delivered his sentence in a severe and icy voice that was transmitted across the world through the livestream. “He is to be sentenced to death effective immediately.” Xavier suddenly jolted and looked up the moment he heard he was to be sentenced to death. He snapped in an instant and began to cry out brazenly, “Grace! I know you're watching! Please come back! Let me see you one last time!”

Only then did she come hurrying over, spooked and mortified. She made it just in time to see Ian’s body being pushed into the fire. At this sight, she collapsed to the floor, weeping inconsolably. I came over to stand impassively before her, quietly pronouncing the truth. “So many times I called you, and still you refused to take me seriously. His death is on you. You weren’t even there when he drew his last breath!” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with bewilderment, disbelief, and horror. “No… no, it’s not… not my fault…”

"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."

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."

"If this wasn't for my best friend, I'd never drop my work to help with something this lame. And don't look at me—he's the one who begged me to help. "He said only I knew what you liked. Even bought me gifts to sweet-talk me into planning with him. Ugh." She slung an arm around my shoulder. "Cheating? Please. As if I'd ever steal your mate." When I looked around the room, I saw my name spelled out with balloons on the wall. Immediately, guilt exploded in my chest. I couldn't believe I had doubted him and Luciana because of a single sensational headline. That feeling never left, no matter how many years had passed. Since that incident, I told myself I would never question Jared again.