Cheating Fiction Novels & Stories

I moved to my bedroom, trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter what they did in there, and that it wasn't my business. … A few minutes later, I had finished bathing and I was ready to sleep. “You like him, don't you?” Ford's voice in my head asked. I scoffed. “Like who? That cheat?” I asked. “Did he cheat?” Ford asked. “Yes, of course. He is a cheat. Cheating on his mate with a random boy he swore not to have anything with. Can you imagine that I got there and I met that same guy there?” “I was there, Riven. I know.”

I listened intently, my heart heavy with the injustice that had befallen her brother. With a deep breath, Ann continued, "The most devastating part, Molly, is that Mark was not cheating on Jane. Charlie Brown's Cheaters had discovered this, but they still wanted to create a dramatic narrative. So, they orchestrated a scene where Mark and Jane's best friend, Sarah, were seen holding hands in a coffee shop." Ann's words hung in the air, and the weight of her revelation settled heavily upon me. I could only imagine the torment that Mark had endured, wrongly portrayed as a cheater when he had been planning something so meaningful.

I’m just finally able to make it official. She sighed, a real, heartfelt sound. ‘It’s such a shame, you know? He’s a cheating, domineering arsehole, but my God, the man knows how to write a cheque. If only he could have kept his dick in his trousers, you two could have been one of those power couples they write mildly intimidating profiles about in the Sunday Times.’ ‘And live miserably ever after? No thanks.’ ‘Well,’ she said, leaning forward with a glint in her eye. ‘The fairy tale’s over. Time to consider a different genre. Like a thriller. Or an epic. And I know just the leading man. Lochlan.’

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo

At his response , l didn't hesitate , l instantly began to tell him everything . I told him how Mark always treats me like shit together with the kids . With him intently listening , l told him how he only focuses on work and then I told him how he wished I was like Harriet . " From now on , lam going to cheat just like he does " , My voice broke at that point and the tears fall but l was serious . Cheating wasn't for me but my situation was honestly unbearable .

“The affair rumors. The hotel records. The staged meetings.” A pause. “I fabricated most of them.” Sophie gasped softly. “Oh my God…” Amelia felt dizzy suddenly. “You’re lying.” Vanessa shook her head. “No.” Her voice softened strangely. “Damian emotionally neglected you all on his own.” That hit brutally hard. Vanessa continued. “But the cheating narrative?” A pause. “I fed it carefully.” Amelia stared at Damian. And the worst part was,he looked genuinely shocked too. Vanessa smiled faintly. “You never even checked the files properly, did you?”

I was confused I thought mated wolfs couldn’t cheat like it was against there rules or somthing. “I thought wolves couldn’t cheat?” I asked him. “It’s rare but their are unfaithful wolves out there that will cheat on there goddess given mate or take a mistress.” I felt furious, that was really dixke up I thought, I mean I knew normal humans cheated all the time but somthing about wolves I knew it was actually a forever thing. “I’ll kill you myself if you cheat on me.” I said poking him in his chest. He laughed pulling me into the shower before quickly pushing me to the front of the water.

I had decided to take matters in my own hands and I would just go, grab the poisons book and then come back. Once I was back, I could tell him what I had done. I was sure that he would forgive me then. Yesterday I visited the Rebel Witches and again, I didn't tell Darius. Somehow, I feel as if I am cheating on him by not telling him what I am planning to do. But we can't say I am lying to him because omission of the truth isn't the same as lying. He doesn't know about it and neither has he asked and so, I can't be said to be lying.

Author's POV After one week Lies. Betrayal, cheat "Everything was a lie. I was right. I was freaking right about the middle class girls. They only love money. Just money. She cheat on me. She ran away with her boyfriend. I fell for the wrong girl. Wasn't my love enough for her? She loves money, right? Then why did she leave me? I have money. I will give her everything. Why did she choose another person over me?

The kind, earnest boy he once was had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth but found no words. At length, he murmured, "She was another man's child. I couldn't stand having her by your side. I always thought… we'd have our own child." He pretended to sound tender, but I felt only disgust. Softly, icily, I replied, "We did have our own child. You killed him with your own hands. Have you forgotten? When you pushed me aside to check on Kayla, your son was doomed never to be born."