Novel & Cerita Cheating Husband Second Chance Romance Books

Shanaya told her husband as they made their way towards her parked car. Dhruv gave her a smile that made her fall in love with him all over again. “Thank you for giving me a second chance.” THE END

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

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

The words slipped out like silk, but they cut me sharper than glass. My jaw tightened, irritation prickling under my skin. I refused to let him corner me. “So be honest, what exactly are you doing here, Bryan?” He straightened with practised pride, holding the book up higher like it explained everything. “Promoting the new one...it’s the same book we went to the TV network...” he stopped remembering that was the day I learnt he was cheating on me. “You know what? The locals eat up romance and scandal, and the Maldives is perfect. My publisher said so.”

“What is this?” The woman’s voice lowered to a near whisper. “They always came together. Checked in under different names. Same room. Always polite. Always quiet.” “They?” Elijah asked, though his throat had closed. She studied him. “You don’t remember your husband being there?” The word landed like a blow. Elijah’s hands went cold. “Husband?” She pointed gently to the initials. “G. Vale. He signed as your spouse.” The room spun. Elijah couldn’t breathe. He pushed back from the counter, barely managing to mumble a thank you before stumbling out of the hotel.

"'She's not sorry. Don't believe her. She's just an opportunist who goes with the wind. Babe, we're still married. We haven't divorced yet, so we're still legal partners. This time, I really know my mistakes. If you switch me back, I promise I'll be a good husband from now on. I'll be loyal to you, I swear." As he spoke, Declan reached for Camilla, trying to pull her away from me, but his small frame couldn't even stop her, let alone hold her back. Realizing his attempt had failed, Declan turned to me, grabbing my hand in an effort to drag me out of the room. But I wasn't here to play the savior to some unfaithful man. I yanked my hand away and pushed him aside, my eyes fixed firmly on Camil

“Yes. I’m so relieved when I heard about it. Though I was sad for Amy too. I heard he cheated on her with another woman.” “Stop right there,” Harold said. “So, you knew he had a bad history. He cheated on your cousin with another woman. Why did you want to marry him at first?” She gulped and shook her head. “Maybe love is blind. I thought Jacob and Amy didn’t mean to be together. So, they split though it was through a bad way.” “I see. Go on. Continue your story.”

That was why he confessed to cheating without restraint. I staggered out of the club and stood by the roadside for a long time. Once I finally came back to my senses, I wiped the tears from my face and called the person I trusted most. “I need to fake an accident and a death certificate to make my husband believe I’m dead.” Since he would use every method to keep me from divorcing him, I would die before him.

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.

I still remembered his cold fingers gripping my jaw in that dark basement, the hatred in his eyes so deep it almost devoured me. "Nick Wheaton sent me this useless thing? Is he mocking me? Tell him—this game has only just begun." I died in the second winter of our marriage—my body covered in bruises, abandoned in the snow to starve. As my soul drifted above the frozen ground, I saw him standing over my corpse for a long, long time. There was no satisfaction in his eyes, only an endless, suffocating darkness. And I saw the Wheaton family thriving after my death, feeding off the fortune they had stolen from my mother's legacy.