Cheating Fiction の小説・ストーリー

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

Finally, Lacey had no choice but to instruct Adrian to go. "Adrian, go buy me a box of birth control pills. We might need them tonight." ... Adrian's clenched fists cracked at the knuckles. Not a single person in this group had a shred of decency. He had seriously underestimated Lacey. They had known each other for three years, and she had always struck him as the picture of innocence — a sweet, well-behaved girl. She used to say that cheating was the one thing she despised most in this world. But her mouth said one thing while her heart believed another.

I froze, “What do you mean?” “See,” Sarah pushed forward, hands on my desk. “These things are what I read in fictional novels. The husband gets the mistress pregnant, then switches children with the legal wife, who, most of the time, doesn't know until it's too late. The cheating duo ends up killing the woman, who'd be reborn and play the cheating duo like a fool and—” Emily groaned. “Sarah, for heaven’s sake. This is not one of your late-night binge reads. This is Adele’s life.”

“Because it’s embarrassing. To be cheated on like that. Like, what was so wrong with me that my fiancé would fuck my best friend? You know?” Adam didn’t say anything for a moment, but he stroked the bare skin of her arm. His gaze, though, intensified, his eyes darkening. “You know that’s bullshit, right? Cheaters cheat because they’re cheaters. Even if you fed him poisoned hamburgers every night, that still doesn’t mean he should’ve cheated.”

If anything, Lucas’s little speech, his strange warmth and carefully placed encouragement, only reminded me how deeply embedded their games ran. They were fake. Camila, presuming to be this untouchable, perfect picture of a solid family woman, was cheating on her husband with an employee. She feels so secure in her ways, not knowing that her actions could be exposed with one click of a button. I want to do it, but it seems too easy. No, I want to torture her with it first. "Send her the pictures, but carefull. It can't lead back to us." I texted Levy and let my phone drop to my side.

Suddenly, through the glass window, I saw a disheveled woman being pinned to the ground and beaten. "It's all your fault, bitch! If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have been fired. Pay back all the gold we gave you. Bitch!" I felt nothing. After all, what mattered to me now was figuring out how to get my wife to give me a daughter that night.

"You are sick, Aria; you are sick for thinking everything is a fairytale, as you make your forty million followers think." There is a word called fiction, a world where nothing is real... Emotions are fake, and just because I write about the fake world doesn't mean I expect him to be like the male lead of my novel. "It's all fiction, Caleb. Everything I wrote was fiction, and as a human I have every f*ck*ng right to fantasise, so don't blame your betrayal on my books." "And you dare blame this on my womb?" This was the height of it; I took off the wedding ring from my fingers and held it tightly... I couldn't bring myself to return it.

"If Chris can be exempted then Lucas can be too. Appearance doesn't determine cheating." "If appearance doesn't, then what does mum?" "Before I answer your question. I'll love you to answer mine first." "Ok mum. Go on. Your daughter is listening." "Haven't you seen a scenario where an ugly male still cheats?" "That's definitely because he has money." "Are all the male cheaters you've heard of rich?" "I don't think so, mum. Some don't even have a home."

As he spoke she looked at his fingers and his eyes concentrating on the iris, perhaps you already know this but there is a different in size when someone is lying or telling the truth, scared ready to run or relaxed. "What is this something?" "You know it, we don't have to..." "We have. That's why am here? Does it make you happy to do this?" "Do you feel great to cheat on your husband?" Well, he was smart too. That was a secret worth two hundred thousand dollars for real. And Tom had also told him about it, yes, he was aware she cheated. It was easy to walk to any woman in the Westwood and tell them they are cheating and without any evidence they will be ready to pay their way out of it. To

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne