Cheating Mature Novels & Stories

She was just eighteen but got a big mouth on her and she wasn’t afraid to use it. “Womanizing isn’t fun anymore for you? Told you it’d bite you back in the ass.” His mother said with a grin and shoved him away. “I don’t womanise, I’ve had proper relationships.” “That’s lasted two days.” Lina added. “I was cheated on.” “For a girl to cheat on you that quick, my guy, you were most definitely doing something wrong.” “Or she was just a cheater and didn’t really like me enough that she disrespected me like that.”

I just cheated on my mate, and I'm scared he might have felt it. Fated mates feel pain when their partners cheat on them with someone else. Or perhaps he didn't feel anything because the person I was with is also my mate? ‘Alpha Rowan J Grey the First, can’t be my fated mate. It has to be a prank.’ I thought, my hands trembling against the faux leather Gucci bag while my heart raced with conflicting thoughts. He is older—far older than I am. Sixteen years difference, to be exact. He is married. He has a Luna, who also happens to be my godmother, by the way.

He cried out, tears streaming down his face as he spoke. I felt terrible. I felt terrible for what the younger Matthew had to endure but it doesn’t excuse the fact that he- he cheated on Vanessa and also deceived her and made her loose her pup. “You had five years, Matthew. You could have told Vanessa the truth since then. You could have told her the truth when you got married. You could have backed down from the marriage. You could have told her you met your mate when you did but you didn’t. You chose to keep quiet about it. You chose that and no one forced you to.” Jake says after a minute.

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.

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.