Cheating Husband Stories Novels & Stories

I laugh bitterly. "What reason could you possibly still have to keep giving me white lies?!" "What reason is still keeping you from just admitting your wrongs?!" My voice breaks. My heart does too. "You simply got bored! While I was in prison, Adam!" His head tilts immediately at my words. "Yes! You got bored, and you found someone else." "You're a cheater!" "You slept with Cassie while you were still my husband! While I was still your wife!" His eyes grow red instantly. The word cheater seems to detonate something in him each time I mention it.

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.

"And you destroyed a dying patient's only lifeline over some pathetic jealousy!" "You are cold-blooded beyond belief!" I looked at that agonized face of his and let out a low laugh. The laughter grew louder, echoing through the empty hospital room, eerie and unhinged. The iterative drug I'd poured my heart and soul into formulating for her — she'd smashed it with her own hands. And this husband of mine, so quick to accuse me of being cold-blooded — He couldn't even read the encrypted lab serial number on that culture dish. My serial number.

On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments. However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me. There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona. I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone. Perhaps I was mistaken. I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me. For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.

I need them to know I'm not the woman I used to be and I can ruin him. Well, I can't but Ace can. I've seen it with my own eyes how much power he has. I've read about it. I don't have any power to do anything but deception can come in handy at certain times like this. Especially when the husband in question won't be there to deny such claims. He doesn't care about me and I'm pretty sure what I do is the least of his concern. Till today. I laughed out loud. Pretending to have drank past my limit and drugging him is the highlight of my day. I wonder what his guests will think. I wonder what wil be on the news. I mean, I was quite the character tonight. The flirtatious newly wed.

“He and my dad met in Montreal. I also heard he's now the COO of Sinclair’s Global.” “True,” I whispered as I spun her around and caught her swiftly. She glared into my eyes as her lips curled upwards. “You really are a good dancer,” she giggled. “It's just a shame that my stupid boyfriend can't dance. In fact, that selfish prick can't do anything.” “Wow,” I muttered a bit stunned. “So, where's he?” “We broke up.” She sighed, bowing her head as she frowned. “He cheated on me with my younger brother.”

We both knew, we didn't marry each other out of love. Like any other conglomerate marriage, fidelity isn't part of the deal. If there is any loyalty left in us, it belongs solely to our family business. I had intentionally inserted a clause regarding the transfer of shares in the event of adultery. If Damian Lee cheated, half of his RQL Group shares would be transferred to me. And of course, the same applied to me if I cheated too, but that wouldn’t even happen. I thought it would be easy to wait for him to slip up. I mean, he’s Damian Lee. The people at the club would think he would get another girl on day one.

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

“You're losing your mind, Charlene. Divorce? It's too early for a new couple like you. What has he done for you to ask for a divorce?” She wrinkled her face in irritation when she heard what he said. Frankly, Charlene expected her parents to be the first people to support her decision, however, everyone was against her decision. She dabbed her eyes rapidly, wondering what to say to Rowan because she was disappointed in him. “Seriously, dad? You of all the people should understand that Richard is a jerk. You asked me what he did, let me remind you if you've forgotten…he's the reason I lost my pregnancy and he still has the gut to fuck another bitch. He cheated. Is that not a crime?”