Cheating Husband Books Novels & Stories

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

I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked. I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I st

I never got it. In just three years of being married to Bruce, he became a monster, he abused me, physically and emotionally while he cheated on me multiple times with my twin sister. Ella got reign over me, she became everything I ever was and more. She took my company, my parents gave it to her. I was married now and my husband had it all, they said. Ironic, right? And don't even get me started on my 'anonymous secret boyfriend' Bryan, who turned out to be fraud and was actually hired by my husband to dupe me into divorcing him so he could be with the love of his life.

“Watch your husband fuck my wife while I ruin you.” I moan loudly, my eyes locked on Ryan. He’s gripping Lena’s hips, slamming into her from behind. Her tits are bouncing with every thrust. Our eyes meet across the bed and something dark and hungry passes between us. He’s watching me get fucked by another man — his best friend — and the look on his face is pure lust. This is wrong. So fucking wrong. My best friend’s husband is balls-deep inside me. My husband is balls-deep inside my best friend. We’re all cheating. We’re all filthy. And yet my pussy is clenching around Alex’s cock like it was made for this.

She opened her mouth, but I didn’t let her interrupt. “Did you know I had three affairs during our marriage?” The words came out harsh, raw. “Three secret affairs. I cheated on her. I manipulated her feelings. I broke her in ways I didn’t even realize until it was too late. I did something terrible, and you’re sitting here painting her like she’s the villain.” My mother’s expression barely changed. “I think she wasn’t able to keep you,” she said dismissively. “She couldn’t satisfy you anyway.” The words hit me harder than I expected.

“Care to explain?” Phoebe glared at me and yelled, “Explain what? Who do you think you are? Are you trying to seduce my husband? Do you expect us to believe you’re here to ‘catch a cheater?’ Give me a break!” I scoffed. “I’m here to expose your affair! Tristan, you’ve got some nerve. Your mistress is already with child!” My words sent the onlookers into an uproar. “That can’t be! Phoebe is definitely Mr. Wolfe’s wife. They’ve been together for three years. We witnessed their entire relationship unfold.

"How could Ken be so rough? I can't stand what Ken did, even though he's my best friend. I'd treat you like a queen if you were my wife. There's no way I'd cheat on you multiple times and hurt you for another woman." The Harris family was a top-tier family. People often said Tim had a foul temper and a sharp tongue. However, he was the only one who showed me any kindness within Ken's social circle. I trembled and asked, "Multiple times?" Tim looked conflicted. "I don't want to badmouth my best friend behind his back, but I can't lie to you. When he missed your birthday and ignored you when you were sick, he was actually with Jenny." I thought Ken had only changed after Jenny returned last mo

The timeline and corporate entities perfectly matched my history. Finally, an entertainment account dropped "internal chat logs" and claimed my arranged marriage had always been part of a calculated scheme to take over Henderson Group. According to their narrative, I had blown the situation with Archie out of proportion because I was jealous and couldn't stand seeing him and Valerie genuinely in love. To top it off, they dug up photos of Stacey and me from years ago, saying we had been romantically involved for ages and staged this entire sequence together. Three heavily manipulated hashtags climbed up the list of trending topics.

Each word was a knife, but I forced myself to listen. "I convinced myself that the mate bond was wrong, that the Moon Goddess made a mistake, that I knew better." His voice was thick with shame. "So I took what I thought I was owed—Vanessa—while keeping you as the politically convenient mate. I compartmentalized. Told myself it wasn't really cheating because I'd never wanted you in the first place." "Did you ever want me?" I asked, the question barely a whisper. "At any point during those six months, did you ever actually want me?"

But because I wanted to get rid of her. “Don’t you think your husband is cheating on you, Dahlia?…” Sophia asked the moment we settled down in the coffee shop. Staring intensely at me like she was trying to gauge my reaction I scoffed, unfazed. “You don't think so?” She asked, smirking. “Why would I? I've been married to Desmond for years. He didn't cheat when we were dating, he never cheated since. Why would he suddenly cheat now?” “Well, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your saint Desmond is a chronic womanizer and is cheating on you, not with me though, I have better taste…” She paused, then leaned forward.