Cheating Fiction Novels & Stories

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

Tonight the story was sitting on my couch in my shirt with wet eyelashes and a mouth that looked like it wanted a fight. “You want coffee?” I asked. “I want whatever you were drinking before I showed up.” I poured him two fingers of the good whiskey. He took the glass, knocked half of it back, and hissed through his teeth. “She cheated,” he said to the dark window. “Three months. Some guy from her program. Sent me a paragraph about how she ‘needed to be honest.’ I told her to go fuck herself and then I walked until it started raining.” I sat in the armchair across from him instead of next to him. Distance. That was the rule.

She’s the one who cheated, but she had the audacity to feel hurt when I asked her why she cheated. Drystan scoffed in disbelief. “Do you even know what the definition of cheating is, Killian? Cheating was when you fucked and impregnated someone else.” “Then, if that is so, let me reiterate my question. How long have you been fucking my own uncle behind my back?!” I shot back with my eyes on Astrid. Drystan’s face turned red in anger when he heard my question. At the same time, Astrid looked so abashed after she felt disrespected by my question.

The secrets hidden within these pages could potentially unravel Mia's web of deception, and I was determined to expose her for what she truly was. As I began to read, the truth about Mia unfolded like a sordid tale. "She's a... a hooker," I said, my voice tinged with disbelief. "Just a cheap prostitute who can be booked privately. I can't believe Eamon actually cheated on me with a common whore."

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 .

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.

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?

“I love being your secret slut. Fuck me deeper and fill me with your cum again.” He suddenly lifted me up, stood up with me still impaled on his cock, and bent me over the back of the couch. He fucked me standing up, pounding me from behind with brutal force. My tits hung over the couch as he destroyed my pussy. He reached around and rubbed my clit fast while choking me. “I’m close,” he grunted. “I’m going to fill this cheating cunt . Beg for my load.” “Please cum inside me,” I sobbed. “Pump your hot cum deep into your wife’s sister.Make me leak your seed when I see Lauren later.”

My name is Mitchell Chandler, and my wife is Renata Pritchard. On our fifth wedding anniversary, Renata carefully puts together a grand fireworks display. It's for her first love, Samuel Harlow, who has just returned to the country. Under the fireworks, they embrace and kiss. It's a picture-perfect scene. Captured by a famous photographer, the moment makes its way to today's photography exhibition, taking home the gold award. In the audience, Renata's best friend, Vivian Rhodes, turns to me with a grin and asks, "The photo turned out amazing, didn't it? Samuel and Renata really look like a match made in heaven—unlike losers who have to live off their wives. Don't you think so?" I reply