Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

His chest is steady, his body completely slack. Brandon is dead.

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.

She was dead to him. He stormed into the Team Locker Complex and found Jax Mendoza messing with his skates. "He cheated on him," Cass blurted out, his chest heaving. "He’s a goddamn cheater." Jax stopped, blinking up at him. "Whoa, slow down. Who's cheating?" "Victor!" Cass growled. "On Natalie!" Jax raised an eyebrow, entirely unimpressed. "Seriously? You’re just now figuring out that Reyes isn't the loyal type?"

“This isn’t the ring you threw away. I went to the hospital and had one of my ribs removed to make a new one.” A shiver crawled up my spine. He had actually broken his own rib just to keep me. Though I didn’t feel moved by his devotion, only horrified by his madness. He continued, “This ring isn’t the old one, and I’m not the old Dylan anymore. So, can’t we start again?” I stared at the ring with mixed emotions. A part of me mourned the love we could never regain. The rest simply regretted the time I wasted on him. “Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

At his response , l didn't hesitate , l instantly began to tell him everything . I told him how Mark always treats me like shit together with the kids . With him intently listening , l told him how he only focuses on work and then I told him how he wished I was like Harriet . " From now on , lam going to cheat just like he does " , My voice broke at that point and the tears fall but l was serious . Cheating wasn't for me but my situation was honestly unbearable .

"Stanley, did you have sex with Wendy for the first time on your third wedding anniversary last year? I remember Iris got drunk that day, and you and Wendy ended up in the underground parking lot..." "Haha, I remember that too. When Wendy returned, she could barely walk straight. Iris didn't notice because she was so drunk. By the way, was Wendy a virgin?" Lester asked curiously. Iris' hands clenched tightly. She knew Stanley had cheated on her. But hearing about it still felt like a punch to the gut. She felt like throwing up. She couldn't believe he was engaging in such disgraceful behavior right under her nose. She didn't hear Stanley say anything, but his silence spoke volumes, implying

Kieran smiled darkly, his head pressed rigidly on the table, staring into nothingness, finding the black wall as a masterpiece before the sting in his bones began to settle. Curling his hand in a fist, he slammed it down, losing his composure as some undesirable memories flashed in his mind. The days he wishes died from his heart and memories. “Every fucking cheater should die in this world. They are an… eyesore. A burden to this world.” “How many more, Kieran?” Xavier stepped forward, his eyes narrowed with… pity. “How many more cheaters do you want to kill before it stops stinging? Before the pain of ‘Her’ betrayal will end?”

"Oh, they will find their way out. They've been here on a hundred balls and dinners before this one." I swallowed hard, trying to approach the topic of the dead girl as gently as I could. "You shouldn't have killed that girl." I murmured. "She shouldn't have thought of poisoning my Luna." Chester clapped back. Then his voice softened as he continued. "I swear on the Goddess, if you'd eaten that venison and died, I would have eaten it too. I would kill myself just to be with you." His fingers found mine and held on tight. I felt as though all the air was being sucked out of my lungs, and I looked away from his piercing gaze.