Cheating Husband Romance Books 99 Novels Novels & Stories

"Help me prepare another divorce agreement." That night, as expected, Quinn didn't come home. At the same time, I received a stream of taunting messages from Chester. He sent me photo after photo of Quinn lying beside him with their son cradled in her arms, sleeping soundly with a peaceful smile. "See that? Our family of three is so happy. If I were you, I'd have left long ago. After all, the unloved one is the real third wheel." "Nicholas, not only did you fail to uncover the truth behind your parents' case, but now you don't even have a home anymore. You're pathetic."

“She is gorgeous. She smells delightful and looks so soft. I want to touch her.” I stared at him in stunned disbelief. “Are you quite certain you have no interest in women?” Zachary seemed momentarily taken aback, though he swiftly schooled his features. “I am quite certain. I dislike women, so you would do well to keep your distance.” Yet his thoughts told an entirely different story. “That was all a lie. In truth, I am hopelessly drawn to women and deeply lustful. I had intended to restrain myself, but since you dared to marry me, it’s only a matter of time before you end up in my bed.”

“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.

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

" The third affair had its own transfer, too, and the payments continued all the way to the seventh and most recent one. Dylan was so frightened that he shrank into the corner of the room. Meanwhile, Vanessa kept her eyes glued to the bank statements. "T-This is impossible…" Evelyn's voice was stone-cold. "Did you honestly think he put up with you bringing those pathetic little flings into his home time after time because he was hopelessly in love with you? Stop flattering yourself, Vanessa. "Six months ago, I made a bet with him. I bet that deep down, you were still a responsible wife, and sooner or later, you would come back to your senses. But look at you. You made me lose spectacularly.

“Babe-“ “I do not want to wonder why I have to be faithful to a man who cheats on me. Adrian I’m not ugly. I also have eyes. Just because my eyes have been trained on you since I met you doesn’t mean they can’t shift to other men. I’m not saying that’s what I’m going to do, but there is a possibility of it if I feel unloved. There will always be someone surprisingly waiting for you to fail. It would be hard to resist if at all you have decided to go around giving the attention meant for me to another woman. Don’t invite unfaithfulness and lies into our marriage. You are the head of this relationship. What you give me, I do it back ten times better. You love me, I love you back ten times bett

I haven't looked at my drafts in months because I was completely swallowed up by pack duties and trying to be the perfect, submissive Luna for a husband who didn't want me. I scroll through my hidden files, my eyes landing on an old draft that I had completely abandoned a long time ago. It is a standard romance story about a messy, agonizing divorce. The plot centers on a wealthy husband, his cruel family, and a completely toxic marriage built on lies. I look at the unfinished chapter outlines, and a sudden, fierce spark ignites in my chest. I don't want to write a sweet, standard romance anymore. I want to weaponize the pain.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

I didn’t push. And then there’s the whole stupid story of her husband cheating on her. Maybe it’s true. When a man wants to cheat, he doesn’t need an excuse. Not even the most beautiful woman in the world can hold his heart if he’s already decided to stray. Cheating is a choice—both physical and emotional. And once that choice is made, a relationship can never be the same. Just like Damon and me.