Romans & histoires Cheating Housewife

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o

“The reason is simple. When her ‘lawful husband’ slandered me while she physically assaulted me, my family arrived in time.” I raised my right hand. The faint scar on my wrist was clearly visible under the high-definition camera’s close-up feature. “This is the ‘love’ she left me as a memento.” The press conference fell into a deathly silence. Then erupted into unprecedented chaos. “Fake marriage certificate? “Cheating on her husband while deceiving her amnesiac boyfriend?” “Illegal confinement? Intentional assault? This is a crime!” Public opinion flipped instantly. Eira, stationed at the estate gate, watched it all unfold through her phone livestream. The color drained from her face.

He replied, returning the handshake, "we're just doing business.” Then, I called for Vickie, the only maid I trusted. Richard whispered in my ear as I called her. “So, uhh… did your fiancé like, cheat on you or something?” “I don't wanna talk about him,” I huffed, just as Vickie was approaching us, “I’m slightly better now and I don't want anything to ruin my mood until today is over.” “You called, ma'am.” Vickie bowed the moment she reached us. Without any delay, I explained to Vickie everything that happened but I didn't mention anything about Claire.

She paused, then added, "The kitchen is making your favorite fish and chips tonight. I'll have dinner with you, so make sure you come downstairs." "Got it." I left the study with her blazer over my shoulders. But as I passed the hallway, I took it off and casually draped it over the railing. When I returned to my room, my phone lit up with a screenshot of a wire transfer from my mother-in-law, Evelyn Sinclair. It was a cool 100 million dollars. Right after, she sent another text message. "Does my foolish daughter still think she's being considerate? And that she's the ultimate catch for a wife?"

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy. Lucas actually believed in such a weak fabrication. Since then, I knew that our daughter, Gracie Anderson, and I were no longer important to him. It was late at night. Anna wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered seductively, “Lucas, you’re so good to me.” Lucas hugged her back and said softly, “I owe you this much.” He allowed her hands to slowly slide beneath his clothes. Rather than recoil, he reciprocated her actions I turned to look the other way.

"Come on. Don't tell me that's why you didn't even bother to greet me when you came back. You shouldn't let that bother you. It's just cleaning, so..." "Are you kidding me? It's just cleaning? Is my wife meant to clean the house when you have a maid you pay to do that for you? It's acceptable if you don't have a maid, but you have a maid. Have you been doing worse to her while I was away?" He scoffs angrily, as he clenches his fists beside him. "Is it because of that thing you're talking to me in that manner? Is it because of that street urchin yours disrespecting me? That gold digger?" Mrs. Thompson scoffs angrily.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

Adrian closed the bathroom door, and within seconds, the heavy sound of running water echoed through the room. Amelia stood alone in the quiet bedroom as his words echoed in her head. Her mind was spinning, a dark, terrifying doubt creeping into every corner of her thoughts. The perfume... Natalie’s warning... the late-night meetings... Is he really cheating on me? she thought, her stomach twisting into a sickening knot. Is my husband lying to my face? She shook her head sharply, trying to force the unbearable thought away. She couldn't lose her mind to insecurity. She had just cut off her best friends to protect this marriage; she couldn't start doubting him now.