Romans & histoires Cheating Housewife

"We need names." "I don't know most of them." Paulo slumped against the wall. "There was a British guy. Investment banker, I think. She met him at some charity thing. And there were... fuck, there were others. She would laugh about it, when she was drunk. How easy it was to keep you all believing whatever she wanted." Each word was a knife, cutting deeper. My wife hadn't just cheated. She'd made a game of it. Collected men like trophies while playing the perfect society wife.

Suddenly, through the glass window, I saw a disheveled woman being pinned to the ground and beaten. "It's all your fault, bitch! If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have been fired. Pay back all the gold we gave you. Bitch!" I felt nothing. After all, what mattered to me now was figuring out how to get my wife to give me a daughter that night.

Irina, my wife, the woman I thought was a saint, was cheating on me. "When was this?" I pointed to one of the photos. Specifically one where she was on all fours on a couch while the man fucked her from behind. "This morning, sir." The investigator seemed nervous. "What else do you have?" I asked. "I want everything." "It's the third property she's purchased, sir. Different lovers, and from what little I've investigated, it seems there have been many." The investigator shifted in his chair. For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

She sat there crying, “When I was with Greyson, he still had nothing. It was me who stabilized the company with him. Because I had two daughters, I resigned and went home to take care of the children and his parents. Now he is rich, but he kept you outside. Ailina, you destroyed other people's families. You are not worthy of being a public figure, and you are not worthy of being a person. Do you know how much I have paid for him?” The woman sat on the ground crying as she counted the past offers to her husband. I stopped in my tracks and frowned at her. From her appearance, it didn’t seem like she was lying. In other words, her husband had cheated. However, it was not known who the cheating

"Hello, Naomi!" "Yes Madam, lingerie?" She asked, pressing the word firmly. If I were her then I would also be suspicious of this. I didn't have time to shop. "Yeah, just your size. Our bodies aren't that different." "Yes Madam," She answered nervously. Hmmm, whatever she thinks is strange, but that's the truth. I want to make the chef even crazier about me, she's great. His wife was so stupid or he was the one who cheated on her that he left her.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

“Nah! This is definitely some AI shit. I don't believe any of it. My wife can't do that to me,” I doubted them despite the multiple pieces of evidence that were presented on my desk. Somehow, I sensed an atom of foul play in everything they just said. It's difficult to accept that my wife could be cheating on me. If she could do that to Paul, then she certainly has been sleeping around with different men I am not aware of. When I got separated from my first wife and was going through a series of depression, Angela came into my life.

"What did you just say?" “Did you come to my house to tell me that my son is a cheater?” she asked, tilting her head as if I had said something amusing. “News flash, my husband had a mistress just three months after our wedding. So I really don’t see what the big deal is.” My jaw dropped open. So this is the kind of woman I came to seek help from. Maybe trying to be the perfect, respectful daughter-in-law wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I adjusted my posture, uncrossed my legs, and leaned forward slightly.

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

"Don't falsely accuse my wife, or you will get it!" "You abandoned our marriage agreement to be with a woman who cheats on you!" Leni screamed. She turned to Fredrick and said, "It's time!" Leni walked to the center of the venue and made a complete turn. She said, "Everyone, see for yourself! Adrian married a cheater!" She shifted back to Kyle and Gabrielle, saying, "See the kind of person you associate with! Adrian's wife is scandalous!" "Well, we were going to wait until later, but since Leni has brought it up, I might as well show it to everyone," Fredrick declared. He turned to the technician next to the stage and gave him the cue.