Cheaters Stories Novels & Stories

"Their words are law in this city. You’re fighting a tide you cannot stop. Even if he’s cheating—and I know he is—you just have to ignore it. Focus on having his heir. Once you have a Stormfang heir in your arms, you’ll have a solid, unbreakable footing in the pack. Nobody can touch you then." ​"I don't want his money, and I don't want his power!" I shouted, the sound echoing off the thin walls. “He abandoned me at the altar three times, Mom.” My mother took a breath. "Honestly, Zara, even if you refuse to reconcile with him and find someone else, he'll still cheat. All men cheat. It's in their DNA." “No Mom, I don't agree with you,” I said, rising to my feet. “Not all men cheat. I'm pretty

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

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."

When I find out my husband is cheating on me, I don't cry. My pride won't let me waste a single tear on a man who isn't worth it. Instead, I crash a stranger's funeral so I can cry my eyes out over someone else's memorial photo. I'm sobbing so hard I'm shaking when the widow suddenly shoves a million-dollar check into my hand. "Take the money and get lost. Don't think you can worm your way into my family just because he's dead." I stare down at the check. Suddenly, being the other woman doesn't seem so bad. At least she gets paid. Meanwhile, I'm the wife who gets cheated on and humiliated, and somehow I'm still the one expected to step aside for the other woman. I'm about to leave whe

He wasn't a cheater. She gave a silent snort. How did anyone know, really? She'd read an article once about cheaters. The numbers were shocking about how many men or women would cheat on their partners. No wonder there are so many books that started with a partner cheating. She really hoped her story ended with a happy ending like some fairytale and Mark got his comeuppance.

" When Celeste was studying abroad, she heard cliched stories of those international students who were born into rich families. For example, Lawrence's father had two wives. Both wives knew about this and they even lived under the same roof for nearly ten years. Celeste would never judge women like that. She'd think that it was their own choice. But now that it was happening to herself, she couldn't accept this. How could Celeste say something like that? She didn't even offer him a chance to explain and believed that he cheated on her. Was that the impression Celeste had of him all along? Damon was growing frustrated. "Celeste York, that did not happen! I have never kissed another woman. It'

His voice is calm, too calm, a quiet storm on the horizon. I snap my head up, gripping his shirt as if the answer depends on my touch. “No.” My voice shakes, thick with desperation. “Never.” I make it clear to him—I never slept with men who were married or in an exclusive relationship. Every man I was with was either a divorcé with mistresses, a widower, or someone with multiple children from different women, but never a husband. Never someone who belonged to another. “I hate cheaters,” I whisper fiercely, my fingers digging into his shirt. “I despise them. And when I found out—on the rare occasion—that I was with someone who wasn’t actually single like they claimed to be, I left. Immediatel

He lunged forward, trying to stop me, but the security guards I'd arranged beforehand blocked his way. "Second, the truth about my ex-wife, Quinn Hart. She betrayed me and entered a relationship with Chester. They had an affair behind my back and had a child together. After this, I will be pressing charges against Quinn for bigamy." Photo after photo and video after video appeared on the screen. The reporters instantly turned their cameras toward Quinn, whose face had turned deathly pale. Once everything was over, I stood up and walked toward the exit without hesitation. Seeing me leave, Quinn jumped to her feet and tried to chase after me. But the next second, a dozen reporters surrounded h

Anna tried to fend them off while the security rushed at once. Upon seeing what was happening, Dalton was at Anna's side in less than a minute. “Ms. Anna, is it true that your husband had been cheating on you for five years with a woman named Sabrina Green?” A reporter shoved her mic at Anna's face. “Has Khea just been a coverup to hide his real mistress?” “Does it not make you feel sick sharing the same air with a cheating, lying scumbag like Dalton Guevarra?” A female reporter had asked so forcefully that one can only assume that she must have gone through the same thing, and is now on a hate-cheating-men streak.

His face was inches from mine now, and I could smell the cheap beer on his breath. “I just got fired this morning. You will come with me and explain to my boss that you were the first one to cheat on me with your so-called “Uncle” Hunter, and will get me my job back!” Spittle flies from his lips, and it takes everything in me not to wipe it away. “You and I both know I never cheated. I was stupidly loyal to you all these years!” I state calmly, keeping my head held in defiance. “So what. All I have to do is concoct stories of you cheating on me with a man old enough to be your father, and everyone will believe me.” Jonathan laughs out, a sneer spreading across his lips.