Cheating Mature Novels & Stories

I said before letting out a small belch. His face twisted in disbelief. “Athena—” “There’s no big deal if you want to sleep with her too,” I interrupted, pouring myself another drink. The alcohol was making my thoughts spill out too easily now. “Cheating is cheating,” I continued with a shrug. “There aren’t two versions of it.” I lifted the glass to my lips again. “You are already cheating on your mate with me anyway.” “I think you need to slow down on the drink,” he said as he reached for the bottle.

"But you can show her the truth. Give her evidence that he's not worth staying for." "How?" "Investigate him. Find proof that he's as bad as you think he is." Mateo's expression turned serious. "Men like that? They're always hiding something. Cheating, usually. Find the evidence, show it to Chelsea, and let her make an informed decision." I processed this, my mind already working through possibilities. "You really think he's cheating?" "Honey, I'd bet money on it. Guys who treat their girlfriends like garbage usually have side pieces." He gave me a knowing look. "Trust me on this one."

It all went back to his childhood, when his father dumped his mother for another woman, and somehow that experience warped him in the worst possible way. In his sick mind, it didn't even matter if he got to fuck her; he already had what he wanted. Taking her now would just be a bonus. So, he would let her get her crying out of the way, and then convince her that since her husband already thinks she had sex with him, they might as well do it and enjoy it. He knew it was going to be a hard sell, but this was his gift. At least he convinced himself of this, and his past experience with cheating wives made him confident in his skills.

He just kept cumming, over and over again. They were humping into each other, sighing, groaning and moaning in pleasure as they held each other close. And Jamar kept on driving his hips up, filling the hot-bodied slut with his full length. This wasn't just fucking...this was something far worse than just cheating on his wife. This was him mating with his new woman! This was him breeding his neighbour's daughter! The one who babysat his kids! On the day she turned legal!

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

"Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you." I wasn't trying to spare her dignity. Quinn's face turned scarlet as her pretense cracked in front of her "rival." She tried to recover by stumbling over her words. "It's not like that, Mateo. Chad and I are just friends, okay? You've got it all wrong." "Friends?" I scoffed. "Do friends sleep in the same bed? Do friends kiss? Do you think I'm stupid, Quinn?" Layla's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her knuckles were white.

At that moment, Ryan's assistant caught my eye and gestured for me to look at his phone. "If the Alpha doesn't love you, he just doesn't! Stop using dirty tricks against Scarlett!" "Exactly! Those two are truly in love - the unloved one is the real homewrecker!" "Look what you've done to Scarlett! A vicious woman like you should just die!" I frantically grabbed his phone and saw the news that had hit trending topic number one. It was intimate photos of Scarlett and the Alpha! Online users were viciously criticizing the third party who had interfered in the Alpha's mate relationship.

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

Something amiss had happened, as if to confirm my suspicion, Lea, My inner wolf roared, 'He has cheated on us, our mate has cheated on us. That son of a bitch had been cheating on me.

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."