Cheating Fiction Novels & Stories

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o

The newest comments had all been left today, and they were vicious. "The cheater has the nerve to show off an award? I bet she stole that from Joey too."

A woman with the same taste in heartbreakers as her ex. Cheating. That word felt bitter in my mouth. And God, wasn’t that the pattern? Julian had done the same thing. Lied to my face, made me feel special while he was busy fucking someone else. And now Calix. I should’ve known. The universe had a sense of humor and a vendetta against me.

On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria. When he sobered up, he immediately knelt before me, crying as he apologized. "I swear I'll cut off all contact with her…" I trusted him until a year later, when I ran into him and Valeria during a routine gynaecological checkup. Valeria clung to his arm, and they were holding a baby, looking like the perfect family of three. I never imagined Wayne would lie to me and keep seeing her behind my back, much less expected them to have a baby together.

Jhonia finally uttered a word. “And players change, cheaters don't always do. Players are not ready to commit because they're still looking for the one who will make them feel like the world suddenly has a new point of view, a point of view he was unable to see. A cheater who had good things and mistreated it like it was unimportant, is someone who have no idea what he needs in a woman. So, he allowed his title of a married man to be toyed with. You might never know what is on the other side of the door when you're walking out but that other side would be so great if you allow yourself to see it.” Mrs. Pinnock sat up properly and began explaining her point of views between a player and a che

MAVERICK “Whoa. Why the long face?” I shoved a spoonful of butter pecan ice cream into my mouth as I watched Lake’s face seemingly in deep, miserable thoughts. “Babe?” “Yeah?” He looked at me, looking guilty. “Did you just cheat on me in that four hours?” “Baby, why do you always think like that?” “Lake, cheating doesn’t only mean you’re sleeping or kissing the other woman. Could be lying, keeping something important from me.”

Absolutely. First, she didn't even claim her parents' bodies—left them for the birds to pick apart. Then she mixed their ashes with dog urine. Any one of those alone would be enough to get her punished by the heavens. I'm guessing when they reincarnate, they'll carry that stench with them. Raising a daughter like that—they really failed as parents. I couldn't be bothered to argue. I just said flatly, "Sure. Can we sign the papers now?"

Usually, she was dramatic, loud, and emotionally chaotic, but today she seemed oddly peaceful even though Heaven had apparently cheated on her. I still couldn’t believe it. Heaven had always adored Jules in that obsessive, clingy kind of way that made cheating feel impossible. “She really cheated?” I asked again, still struggling to process it. Jules rolled her eyes dramatically while chewing. “Apparently, emotional cheating counts now.” “That sounds suspiciously specific.” “She was flirting with some DJ for like three months,” Jules replied before shrugging. “Whatever. Maybe the universe finally got tired of our toxicity.” “You sound too calm about this.”

"What do you mean? What are you accusing me of?" He kept his gaze on me. "You're a skilled driver, but you're driving rather recklessly tonight." My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I answered plaintively, "It's dark out. Besides, there's heavy fog. I can't see clearly." I changed the topic by asking, "Also, why are you asking me that? Are you doubting me for something I didn't do? Are you perhaps crying wolf? Are you… cheating on me?" He involuntarily loosened his tie in a fit of panic.

Viishaun uttered after noticing the title of the story. "Come on. It's fiction." "Fiction? There was once a scandal in the imperial family from another continent due to the queen's illicit relationship with her knight. Now, tell me it's just fiction." "You're not thinking I'll do the same thing, are you?" Viishaun looked away and pouted his lips. Aileen closed her book and pulled her husband's ear. "Listen, I'm not crazy enough to cheat on my man. Why would I find someone else when my man is close to perfection?"