Cheaters Novel Novels & Stories

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.

I looked at Alex, “You know what I find funny?” “What?” He asked. “Adrian.” Alex smiled. “The man who was cheating on me came to your villa to investigate whether I was cheating on him.” Alex laughed, “Can you imagine..” “That's the definition of hypocrisy.” I said. “He wasn't exactly thinking clearly.” Alex replied. “No. He was thinking like a man who suddenly realized his wife might be capable of doing exactly what he had been doing.” I told him. Alex looked at me, “And how does that make you feel?”

"I can even forgive your little scene with Lorenzo Moretti. But you have to know, a man of his stature is just toying with you. I'm the one who truly loves you, who will always be here for you..." I looked at the man I had loved for five years and saw only an arrogant, delusional fool. It was pathetic. Without another word, I turned and walked to the master bedroom. The moment I opened the door, a foul miasma of stale sweat and cheap perfume assaulted me. The sheets on the bed—our bed—were a tangled mess. In the trash can, a used condom. My stomach churned with bile. This bed, the one we were supposed to share after our wedding, had been desecrated.

"If you hadn't pushed your way into her space, if you hadn't touched her card, she never would have figured it out. Now I've got nothing. Not a cent, and I'm buried in debt — because of you!" Alicia yanked free and launched herself at him, nails raking his face, screaming loud enough to rattle the walls. "You hit me?! You deadbeat piece of garbage! You're the one who called her easy! You're the one who said she was too stupid to catch on! And now she's back in Europe living like a queen while we rot down here — because you couldn't handle one woman! You said she was yours to play, and she played you instead. You're a joke. You've always been a joke." They tore into each other in that mold-re

"Well, among the three of us, the one who truly realizes and deliberately cheats is you, Win." Darwin actually wanted to deny it. But he realized that he had indeed made such a fatal mistake in the past. "Well, okay. I admit I did cheat. But it was only with one woman, not here and there." Randy nodded. He didn't deny that fact. "Whether it's a lot or a little, it's still called cheating, Win. Rexona is loyal all the time. And you? You intentionally play around. Aren't you ashamed to your armpits?"

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."

"Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you." I wasn't trying to spare her dignity. Quinn's face turned scarlet as her pretense cracked in front of her "rival." She tried to recover by stumbling over her words. "It's not like that, Mateo. Chad and I are just friends, okay? You've got it all wrong." "Friends?" I scoffed. "Do friends sleep in the same bed? Do friends kiss? Do you think I'm stupid, Quinn?" Layla's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her knuckles were white.

With that, I picked up my bag and strode away under everyone's shocked gazes. When I stepped out of the cafe, the sunlight was blinding. My phone vibrated with a message from James. [The offshore accounts have been traced. The fund flows are quite interesting—besides Wendy, a huge sum also went to an overseas casino.] I halted mid-step. So Cameron had not only cheated and transferred assets—he had also been involved in gambling. That made things even more interesting. That very evening, I received an invitation. It was to the industry's top-tier "Golden Architecture Award" gala.

George continued, "But this has nothing to do with cheating. My feelings trace back more than thirty years. So when Ms. Smith approached me and said her mother was unhappy, I admit that I let my personal feelings get involved. I thought that if Ms. Hudson truly became single again, maybe... maybe I could have a chance. "That's why I went along with Ms. Smith. I wanted to see for myself whether her mother's life was really as bad as her daughter claimed." A trace of unspeakable regret lingered in his voice. I looked at him in surprise, my mind straining to dig up the memories long buried. Meanwhile, my children wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. "Did you hear that, Your Honor?" Clark

But not this time. "As a matter of fact. I did. I... I forgot to use protection and...” "Who is the bitch? Your work place huh? She is more beautiful than me that you cheated on me. How could you ". Conrad was fuming in anger. Throwing punches at the smiling Noah. The audacity of the man to laugh on his face. He wanted to punch his face but his hands got caught only to be pulled in a sturdy chest. "Well the person is beautiful. Sexy. And stays with me all the time. But no he can never be a bitch. But my baby. Because it’s you. It will always be you baby". Noah was caressing his back. Effectively calming him down.