Cheating Husband Romance Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

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.

He'd spoiled me rotten. Who would've known that after just one year of marriage, he would start cheating on me? He'd had one affair after another and slowly turned into the person I despised the most. And now, despite Finn's life hanging by a thread, he could make it sound like it was nothing. "Michael Grant, I'm definitely taking you to court for my son's sake!" I snapped. He actually laughed like he found me ridiculous. He jabbed a finger toward the ICU, where Finn lay. "All that for that bastard in there?"

He shot forward and rummaged through the bag to find my incessantly vibrating phone as text messages flooded in one after another. "That bastard! How dare he do such a thing to you! "I'm going to kill him! I swear I'm going to kill him right now!" Solomon glared daggers at the screen before looking at me. "Who is this?" His voice was dry and hoarse. He probably didn't even realize it was trembling slightly as well. He then shoved the phone under my nose. "Is this the bastard you've been cheating on me with the whole time? You're divorcing me because of him, aren't you?"

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us. “A secretary, a tennis coach, a nurse, a flight attendant, a college girl… This asshole’s cheating résumé is basically a job fair. What, did Sebastian grow his dick where his brain’s supposed to be?” “You wanna know how long I’ve known?” I asked. “How long?” “Three months.” I stared at the sunlight dancing across the pool and clenched my teeth. “And how long has he been cheating?” “No idea. Three months? A year? Two?” I gave a dry laugh. “Honestly, he might’ve been doing it before we even got married. And I still went ahead and married him like an idiot.”

"Ha- I gaped with my mouth open, my whole body shivering as I quickly grabbed the stairs wheel. Never in a million years would I think my husband was cheating on me. He has always been an example of a perfect man, loving and showering me with flowers and gifts. Maybe he did all of that so I wouldn't suspect him I raised my hand and wanted to push the door, but I resisted. Confrontation was not something I felt at that moment; I did not want to see the cheating bastard. I turned and then rushed out of the house with tears in my eyes. Without hesitating, I got in the car, driving on the street in a high speedometer leading to the highway. My phone kept buzzing halfway into the drive. I g

“Meanwhile, I’m up here ruining her tight little pussy on their marital bed.” He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. He slammed back inside her, fucking her in deep, powerful strokes while looking straight into her eyes. “Tell me how much you love cheating on your husband with his best friend,” he demanded, pounding harder. “I love it,” Sarah gasped, breasts bouncing with every thrust. “I love your cock more than his… I love being your dirty slut… Please cum inside me again while he’s downstairs!”

But I glanced at my husband and he nodded with a nervous smile. “Yes, that is true. Our families have held on regardless. The string sometimes was too weak and it would’ve cut, but eventually things happen the way they happen. My husband has been so nice to me. He even proposed to me the second time so we could have a dream wedding. Isn’t that so sweet of him?” I asked, showing off my ring to everybody and glanced at my husband who was trying to change the entire topic so she wouldn’t expose us. Because I was already suspecting that she was intoxicated. But maybe that’s just the way she is. Maybe that is just the way she behaves normally. I thought she was batshit crazy and I was already fee

, she said and her face dropped gloomily. She sighed and looked at nothing as if feeling bad about the situation, " her former husband really showered her with care and affection, spent lots of money on her, had connections, pampered her, did and gave her everything she wanted, but my sister promiscuous attitude destroyed the marriage, she fell in love with another man because he was better in bed, cheated on her husband and would even bring the man to their home, spend nights with him on their matrimonial bed, and she was so good in hiding it that her husband had no idea, the innocent man was clueless and kept showing her love and affection until she got pregnant for the man she's cheating