Cheaters Stories Novels & Stories

Heh. "Wow! Coming from you!! FYI, 9 out of 10 girls cheats on their boyfriends! Cheaters!" What the---!? Why is he angry at me!? Is it me who cheated!? Dumb-assed Toasted Bird! "Humiliating for you, womanizer! No woman will cheat if it's the man who cheated first!" Gosh, this is so stressful! I will fight every woman's rights! So, support me girls! Let's pull these motherfuckers down!

“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.”

I'm such an idiot! The shocking part wasn't necessarily that Edwin had cheated on her, which Cherish realized sounded hypocritical since she cheated on her husband while Edwin had no commitments to anyone, including her. No, the shocking part was, he did it with her sister, Faith, Mrs. Goody Two Shoes, the rule follower. Even with Faith's newfound zest for life busting through the walls of her timidity, Cherish never would have thought her sister would actually stray from her marital bed. It seemed like too far of a stretch. Yet, Edwin tossed Cherish to the side so he could sleep with Faith, working his way through the Driscoll women. At least with Grady, everyone knew he was an outright sna

"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.

“We could catch up properly. I mean, I know things are still weird between us, but we’re both here now, right? Might as well be friendly.” “No, thanks,” I said, already turning back toward Jessica and Naomi. “I’m good.” I could feel him watching us as we walked away. “Well, that was sufficiently awkward,” Jessica said once we were safely on the other side of the room. “That was ex-boyfriend number one,” Naomi explained to her. “Cheated on her at a party last spring with some cheerleader. Real winner, that one.” “Ugh, cheaters are literally the worst,” Jessica said, making a disgusted face. “At least you’ve got better standards now.”

Because he wouldn't do this if he still feels something for me at least, or was he bewitched by her? I don't think so. I have seen a lot of movies. There are cheaters who only did it once because they were tempted or in a situation where they had no choice. There are ones who have been doing it for a long time with someone closest or different people. The ones who do it with friends of their partners or relatives are worse than those who don't feel remorse after being caught. While some are just full of all these characteristics.

Chey asked. “Both, depending on the lady.” He answered. “I only do exclusive. And I don't put up with cheating. Just wanted to let you know up front.” Chey explained. “I see. I take it I’m not the first musician you've dated?” Erik asked. “Nope. And they all cheated. Which is why I'm asking myself why I'm even considering dating another.” Chey explained. “Wow! How many?” He asked. “Four.” She replied. “Any I know?” He asked.

Is he thinking he is going to leave with Vikinos? I’m confused, but I’m not bothering asking questions because they will be met with lies. It was only a white lie, I keep telling myself, and he was probably trying to stop me from worrying about him. But a white lie is a black lie to me. They all hurt the same. I am brought back to the moment with the conversation going on around me. “Oh, and he hates cops,” one guy chips in. “Yeah,” someone else says. “Remember that warehouse he had?”

And not just friends, I believe that they had made a huge fan base seeing that the community loves them. She scoffed. “If they did love them then they would have helped them out," she muttered and I believed I wasn't supposed to hear those words. "Pardon," I said hoping that she would repeat what she had said. “Sorry, never mind,“ she said dismissively making me think that there was something she was hiding. Often, I have sat and wondered how it is that the story of three famous chefs who were involved in an incident was not hot gossip on the internet. There was something wrong somewhere but I just couldn't figure it out.

"Don't you dare touch him!" I snatched the trophy from his hands and lunged forward like a madman, but Megan threw her arm out to block me. "Zachary, stop it! Calm down! Just because you didn't win this trophy, you came to the ceremony to steal it? Where are your manners?" Manners? Mom was murdered by her lover, and now Dad was missing. Why should I care about manners? All she cared about were the few tears streaming down Edward's face, completely blind to what was driving me over the edge.