Cheating Husband Stories Novels & Stories

She looked more pained “I know you are lying to me, so you better start talking!” The expression on Isabella’s face clearly stated that hell would break loose if her husband dared to tell her one more lie. Given his fake reactions, she wanted nothing more than to drown him in her anger. Seeing as things had gotten to this level, Gerald knew that he could not continue denying the truth that was right in front of their eyes, so he admitted the truth. “Fine! I cheated on you with my colleague and she is pregnant with my child. Happy?!” He revealed while flaring up.

I pulled away in revulsion. He was sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot running together. "Audrey, I really do know I was wrong! Chloe—that lying witch—she tricked me. Brandon isn't even mine!" "You're all I have! Can't we just start over?" "Don't you remember when we first started college? I couldn't afford to eat, and you split your meal card with me." "When we first got married, we were renting that basement apartment—no heat in the dead of winter."

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.

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.”

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.

Hank could not argue his way out of this without his father’s DNA. The public was having a field day while Hank battled it out with his family. Judging by the family’s interaction, some believed that Hank was himself. However, how did the whole mess happen? I dialed my assistant’s number. “You’re up.” An article made its rounds on social media within two minutes. “The husband of a locally recognized businesswoman fakes death to elope with mistress!” I recounted my experience in my previous life as if it was a story. Though no names were mentioned, Hank was clearly the protagonist of the story.

Her voice rose to a dramatic pitch. “Everyone, look! This is Claire Marshall, yes, the famous attorney! She’s so jealous that I’m younger and prettier than she is that she’s fabricating an affair between me and her husband! And now, she’s inventing evidence, trying to throw her own husband and mother-in-law in jail just so she doesn’t have to split her assets in the divorce! What kind of vile woman does this? Her husband is starting a business, and as his wife, with all her resources, was it too much to ask for a little support? Who knew she’d be so greedy that she’d throw away her own family? She’s throwing her husband and his mother out of their home! I didn’t want to make this public, but

In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades. I truly believed that because I loved him and had shared his hardships, we’d grow old together. Even when I found out about his affair and that he had gotten another woman pregnant, I still foolishly thought he would come back to me. It wasn’t until he threw me in prison and caused my parents’ deaths over that college girl that I finally came to my senses. Even lovers who met at a young age could see their relationship deteriorate this badly. True love was never eternal. I smoothed the creases on my resignation letter. My gaze remained calm.

" 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.

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?"