Cheating Husband Romance Books Novels & Stories

“This has nothing to do with me, I swear! Sure, I was involved with Vivian, but you have no idea how wild that woman is. You can’t blame me! When she got pregnant, I even gave her two million to handle it. Who knew she’d keep scheming like this? She played both sides. I’m a victim too!” “You’re saying Vivian legally married me but kept sneaking off to sleep with you? Got herself pregnant and then tried to pin it on me?” Though Damien’s voice remained calm, Landon felt a suffocating weight crushing him. He swallowed hard and stammered, “I didn’t know she’d already married you! And I’m not the only guy, either. That woman’s had a reputation in our circles for years…” “B*stard!” Damien’s fury e

As far as they're concerned, we're the real couple, and you're the shameless homewrecker who broke up a family. "And here's something you probably don't know. Your marriage certificate is fake. I'm the one on his real marriage license. I'm his legal wife, and I'm not about to help you prove that he committed bigamy." For a moment, I couldn't speak. "Regardless of all that, he still cheated on you." She shrugged like it meant nothing. "He doesn't even have real feelings for you. Why would I care? He was only doing it so that our daughter and I could have a better life."

"Oh, she did. She did. I involved my family and told my wife, Bethany, that I had a business trip to last a few days. In those times, I got married and had my honeymoon. So, then I returned home." "Wow. What's the other woman's name?" "Alexa. Alexa Muller? Mallet? Can't remember the last one but it's in that line of word." "So, bro with the large d, what did your first wife do when she found you in bed, pounding away another woman?" It's the truth but the way that he words it irks Charles but he keeps his cool and just takes a little beer. "Well, of course she was hurt and demanded a divorce which of course, I was not planning on giving her."

Men usually have far more needs than you do. [Pleasing him is never wrong, especially if you break routines and break through yourself in visible ways—he’ll definitely go crazy.] Please him?! Just seeing those words made Rachel’s face burn. But she felt the person might actually have a point. She searched again in the browser: how to please your husband? A flood of similar posts appeared. It seemed many women, like her, were troubled by the same issue. She opened the pinned post. A reply with over a hundred thousand likes said: [Be a little bolder… get close to him, tease him intentionally or unintentionally. When you’re doing it, say things that stimulate him—the dirtier the better, like fu

“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.”

I wasn't turned on by a man who might turn out to be worse than my ex-husband, or sitting on a shower floor because I'd burnt myself trying to cool down dirty images of my contracted husband, who also slept with other women openly and had zero regard for my feelings about it, until apparently today when he decided to go jealous about a fucking hug. I pulled my hair even harder, groaning loudly. "Get it together, Althea," I muttered to the tiles. But I knew deep down— even if it was a problem— I knew more were still coming.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

The headlines screamed: “CEO’s Wife Caught Cheating with Holiday Lover.” I gasped. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening.”

Emphasizing her point, she said, "Maybe you are forgetting that I have a boyfriend. I don't approve of this fraudulent marriage? I will tell everyone at home that you have married me fraudulently." On taking Rohit's name, Shivansh got irritated and said, "Which boyfriend? The one whom you have brought as your fake boyfriend, is he? Go tell them that I have married you by deceit but I will also go and tell them that you have brought Rohit as your fake boyfriend! Then you keep answering them!”

The Tv screen glowed in front of him, the video playing without sound at first—until he turned the volume up just enough for me to hear her voice. My cousin’s voice. Elsa’s voice. Moaning for my husband. I watched the way Lucas’s body moved. The man I had called perfect. I watch how he thrust deeper…. The man whose face I put on every brochure, every podcast thumbnail, every marriage-seminar poster across California. My blameless husband was not just cheating on me. He was cheating on his own twin brother. “No. No!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it. I spun toward Liam, who sat perfectly still in the chair, the light from the screen painting his face in cold blue.