Cheating Fiction Novels & Stories

For the first time since everything had fallen apart, I allowed myself to believe her. “I feel so pathetic. I couldn’t keep my dog on a leash, and he strayed with another woman and turned me to a glorified nanny.” “Your dog needs to be put down,” Naomi muttered as we sat quietly. I laughed through my tears. “Your husband is an asshole,” she said again. “Screw him,” I hissed. “We really do need to put the lying cheat down. I have a guy, he knows how to make a body disappear. Or better still, I can call one of my cousins in Germany,” she half joked.

"I crossed a line. I fell for Ilaria." On our wedding day, the car had barely pulled away when Matteo Rossi turned to look at me. He pointed at the seat beneath me and said coldly, "Last night, she sat right there, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. I couldn't hold back. We had sex in the car. "I guess I'm no different from any other man. I finally understand Luca. Ilaria really does have more fire in her than you." Luca was my ex-husband and Matteo's half-brother. Ilaria had been my only friend since childhood. Three years ago, I walked in on the two of them in my bedroom. The shock caused a late-term miscarriage. When I fell into the dark, Matteo was my light. And now he had b

My voice was cold as I said, "Digging up that old wound only makes those three years feel even more pathetic. You and I both wanted it buried forever." He froze, the fury in his eyes draining into defeat. He then walked away looking undone. I naively assumed that this would be the end of it, but I was wrong. Just as the uproar reached a boiling point, a far deadlier blow was aimed at me. An anonymous tip tore open a past I thought long buried. I had allegedly molested a neighbor's young wolf pup. The claim stated it had caused an uproar at my old home, only to be dropped due to a lack of evidence. I then swiftly moved away, but it was interpreted as a guilty escape.

“That’s what the papers say. I don’t buy it. I’ve known you for years, Dana. I don’t believe that shit.” I shrug, trying to keep things light after what happened outside. “Well, you don’t know Alex. He’s a great guy.” “I hear cheating runs in the family,” He whispers. He jerks his head toward the outer office. “If she can do it, maybe her brother can too.” “What do you mean?” I ask, feeling myself shrink. “Fanny cheated on me several times. Even while we were engaged.” His lips in a sneer. “So maybe Alex did the cheating first then accused you to feel better about leaving you for that new girl, Jodie McGuire.”

"Stop telling me I did nothing wrong; you touched me alright, and that is cheating. I have a mate, and I cheated on him." "That is not cheating, love. Not if you are doing that with your one true mate." His words gave me a pause, and again, I felt the tightening in my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice low. "This is the reason you cannot resist me. I am your mate, which is the same reason why you should never feel guilty; on the contrary, all along, you've been cheating on me." "You are not my mate; I don't even know what you are or who you are; you do not smell like a werewolf."

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.

I tried not to think about it but somehow I failed. The sex was good and that was the problem. It was good and I felt guilty and I did not know who I was supposed to feel guilty for. Lucian. The boy who kissed my forehead and said he would wait. The boy who looked at me like I was something precious. I cheated on him. That was the truth. I cheated on Lucian with Damien. And then with my mother's fiancé. With the man who kept my underwear in his pocket like a trophy. But the sex was good. And I hated that it was good. And I hated that part of me wanted it again.

Steven was going to ask the same question, but he decided against it. "I was going to tell you tonight baby, Mum called and she needed to see me urgently. So I asked Steven to wait behind, so we could both leave together." The words came flowing freely from David's mouth, and Raya bought every single one of them. Steven could never understand why lying seems so difficult for him, but to some, it's just a word or two. Why would David want to go back home with him? What is David planning? He can't possibly leave his pregnant wife, she needs him. This is all his fault. Shame and guilt consumed him that very moment, and he found his feet carrying him back to his bedroom Head down in utter disdai

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.

Each word was a knife, but I forced myself to listen. "I convinced myself that the mate bond was wrong, that the Moon Goddess made a mistake, that I knew better." His voice was thick with shame. "So I took what I thought I was owed—Vanessa—while keeping you as the politically convenient mate. I compartmentalized. Told myself it wasn't really cheating because I'd never wanted you in the first place." "Did you ever want me?" I asked, the question barely a whisper. "At any point during those six months, did you ever actually want me?"