Cheating Husband Stories Novels & Stories

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

That was my duty, as his wife of ten years. When he came to, he just stared up at the ceiling for a long while, without making a sound. I peeled and cut an apple, then pressed a slice against the corner of his lips. At last, he stirred—but all he did was flinch aside, with a vehemence which suggested he was deeply upset with me. "You already knew, didn't you?" he hissed. "About what? That you lied about having late-stage cancer, in the hopes that I'd cede everything to you after we got divorced? Or perhaps you're talking about the mistress you've been keeping hidden at your mom's place—the one you knocked up?"

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

Clint listened to Claire's made-up tales and my god; they sounded so real that he almost believed them! "My husband and I were high school sweethearts. We got separated but met again sometime last year," Claire had a heartbreaking look as she narrated, "I fell in love with him again. He promised me the world. We got married, and I got pregnant quickly, but -" "I'm sorry." Claire heaved. She took a tissue from the table and said, "It's just so painful." "My husband, Brian. He met someone new, and he said he did not want a child," Claire revealed. "He wanted me to get rid of the baby, but I couldn't! He made it as an excuse to side with his mistress."

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d

"It's true. I cheated on you with Rebecca." My world had collided at his words. Noah had pulled me into his arms when I had started sobbing, quiet until I couldn't cry anymore. I had avoided him the whole week long, made him sleep on the couch. I couldn't believe this. First, my grandfather had cheated on my grandmother. Then my uncle on my aunt. And now my husband on me? Was this some silly joke? My hands were shaking, my heart aching as he waited every morning at the door until he caught a glance of me. Once he made sure I was somewhat alright, he only then left for work.

Now, I don't even recognise my husband anymore. I first started to suspect Marcus of cheating on me about six months ago when he returned from Hawaii. He had been growing even more distant, and I just couldn't figure out what had changed between us. Was it something I said? Was it something I did? No matter how hard I tried, my husband had completely given up on our marriage, and there was nothing I could do to fix it.

My heart palpitated in my chest, and I tried not to cry. My life was unraveling before my eyes, and all I had to do was stay calm. "You got this." I told myself. But I got nothing except my fading love for my husband. The last time Lucien left the house for weeks like this, all I got were reports of his cheating with numerous women in every city he went. At the point, it's an open secret that everyone in the city knows. Lucien is a serial cheater, and I'm the loyal wife who remains married to him.