Cheating Housewife Mga Nobela at Kwento

She brought another woman into our house to have sexual intercourse with her husband,who does that? I did cheat on her,at first,I felt guilt but hearing the whole story,I just acted according to their plan,its not my fault. I love Lillian,that's why when she cried,I was hurt. I had sex with a lady I didn't even know her name,I shared a bed with her,ate her food and joked with her but all I know about her is what I called her, "the Cook".

Coming back to the living room so e entertainment would be needed so I turned on the television. The door suddenly caught my attention, I wasn't expecting anyone other than Mary, but whoever that was it sure wasn't her. As soon as the door opened Tasha rushed in. She had a strange look on her kind of as if she had something on me. "Guess what the perfect family you've turned out to be not so perfect after all," she said and I looked back at her, not sure what to say or what she meant. "Your wife, turns out she cheated on you with her boss" I gasped as soon as I heard this.

“I beg your pardon?” “You’re a cheater.” “Excuse me?” What the hell was this woman talking about? “Oh, I heard your call. Little Miss Valentina or whatever you’re calling yourself. You’re cheating on that poor man.” “Mrs. Wilson, what are you talking about? And why would I cheat on my fiancé?” “Because you’re a whore.” “Whore?”

He even used his car to carry out his disgusting escapades. Once I confirmed that a woman had been in his car, I dug up traffic violation records from his trips to Brandfort. If she had been in the car, her face would have been captured by the cameras. Just as I suspected, the records revealed the woman my husband was cheating with. I printed the photos and hired a hacker to dig into her identity. Her name was Beatrice Dove, a breakfast vendor. She was unremarkable in both looks and family background, and now she was a full-time housewife with no income.

She scoffed at my question before taking a few steps to sit on the chair in front of me, being all dramatic about it. “I thought you have it all figured out, Nate, why do you bother to ask me anything when you have your answers already. Yes, I sent your whore out of that house, I sent her away and I fucking sold the house, big deal. You are one to talk about cheating, I guess your parents would love to know about your pretty little girlfriend and how you bought a house for her.” She spat out smugly.

We've suffered together, built an empire, have kids and yet this is what he does, behind my back, he's cheating on me. No wonder he hardly touched me these days, with the excuse of being busy and tired, and I was a fool to believe him, to love him still. I set the pictures on the table, my hands shaky, I looked over at the pile of paper on my desk, a name written on it Pattie Paul, the girl he is cheating on me with. I have had a private investigator do a background check on her. She is a model, in a big agency, but was once a thriving model who by mere luck was hired by a bigger agency obviously the work of my husband.

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.

She shook her head. I could not believe she was the one telling me this when her husband had cheated on her numerous times, I mean even when she was pregnant, he had cheated with another woman and ended up with a bastard son. She was only a trophy wife, the woman that Emmett Stetson kept by his side only for public appearances and to keep face.

My only concern was that she opened her eyes and joined forces with me. “Oh my goodness, I never felt this way before. I never could’ve imagined he would betray me like this,” she said, sobbing. I laughed again, feeling no sympathy for her. “Did you not hear anything I said? My husband is a chronic cheat. He’s never going to settle, never ever. That’s why I have been on my toes since he poisoned me and took me to the hospital and erased my memory. He’s a terrible man. I can’t believe why you would want to marry such a greedy and terrible man just because of money or other promises he has made you. If you know what’s good for you, I would really advise you to join forces with me so we can tak

He kept sniffing on my hair slowly until his tongue searched its way to my mouth, and he locked it deeply inside with mine. “Ah, fuck!” He exclaimed. “I missed a lot, to be honest.” He added, reconnecting back immediately. I stood there like a barbie doll, he had managed to scrutinized me from doing anything. My mind raced back to the very day, I caught him cheating on me with his lost but found ex-girlfriend. I tightened my lips immediately and pushed him away. “You've missed a lot because I'm no longer your wife, or it's sort anymore, please leave my house." I thundered, ordering him to leave my house immediately.