Cheating Housewife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A loyal wife caught off guard by cheating allegations from her husband, divorced, and now trying to make sense of the conundrum she had been thrust into. Either way, I was invested. This was a drama I could enjoy from the front seat, sipping neat whiskey as I watched it unravel. I didn’t mind whatever turned out to be true. I wasn’t about to wife her — or anyone else. I just needed to fuck her and ease the primal desire that was turning me all the way loose. She had already surprised me today by revealing she was an engineer. And she took monstrously sized dildos in her pussy. What other surprises did she have in store for me?

She charged forward and screamed, "Chester, what do you think you're doing, calling another woman your wife? What about our marriage certificate? If you'd just spoken up for me, I would've forgiven you for cheating on me!" At that, I raised a slight eyebrow and glanced at Chester. Like a dog obeying its owner, he sprang to his feet and slapped her, firmly rebuking her, "Shut up! My wife is the CEO of Campbell Group. She's beautiful and capable—what makes you think you're even close to her level? "And that marriage certificate you mentioned? I bought a fake one online for a couple of hundred dollars. You're just foolish enough to believe it for six years. In this world, Nadia is the only woma

He had a habit of putting houses in his mistress of the month name, then once they were done, he’d sell the house. He’d tell his wife he was buying them, fixing them up and reselling them. He was into real estate so it seemed like a good cover to him. Everyone around town knew he was cheating on his wife. They didn’t know if she didn’t know or didn’t care. “Why now? I mean they’ve been silent for how many years?” Soldier asked. “Probably because she’s pregnant now.” Prez replied. They made a plan on how to rescue her. Jarrett just hoped that they hadn’t harmed her. His blood was boiling and he wanted to tear him limb from limb. God help him if he found her hurt.

I needed a way out! It was official. My lovely wife just cheated on me, on the relationship she decided to keep alive, with none other than my grandfather! Maybe I deserved it!

The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid's outfit. The socialite paused and shot a look of disgust at the man who was probably supposed to be her husband. "The cheating husband! Of course!" Trish called out. "Fucking the staff and she's not happy about it." Ben assumed that as well from her expression. "Fuck! He's really going to town on that poor girl's ass," she mumbled, and Ben glanced at her. The main actress said some bitter things to her husband who continued to pound until he pulled out and finished on the maid's ass.

“I just came in this evening. And you… you won’t believe what happened. What I found in my house.” “What happened?” she asked gently. The tears wouldn’t stop. “It’s Ryan. He’s cheating,” I whispered. “He’s been cheating on me for years. He brought his mistress into our house. He has a four-year-old daughter…”

I dressed frantically, hands shaking so badly I could barely work the zipper. This can't be happening. I love Derek more than anything. We've been trying for a baby for three years. The IVF finally worked and I'm seven months pregnant with our miracle babies. I would never cheat. Especially not with my stepbrother. The room door exploded open. I screamed, spinning around, one shoe on and one off. Camera flashes exploded like grenades behind me. Voices overlapped: "Mrs. Morrison, what do you have to say about the affair?" "Is the baby your brother's?"

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

We both knew, we didn't marry each other out of love. Like any other conglomerate marriage, fidelity isn't part of the deal. If there is any loyalty left in us, it belongs solely to our family business. I had intentionally inserted a clause regarding the transfer of shares in the event of adultery. If Damian Lee cheated, half of his RQL Group shares would be transferred to me. And of course, the same applied to me if I cheated too, but that wouldn’t even happen. I thought it would be easy to wait for him to slip up. I mean, he’s Damian Lee. The people at the club would think he would get another girl on day one.