Cheating Mature Novels & Stories

George continued, "But this has nothing to do with cheating. My feelings trace back more than thirty years. So when Ms. Smith approached me and said her mother was unhappy, I admit that I let my personal feelings get involved. I thought that if Ms. Hudson truly became single again, maybe... maybe I could have a chance. "That's why I went along with Ms. Smith. I wanted to see for myself whether her mother's life was really as bad as her daughter claimed." A trace of unspeakable regret lingered in his voice. I looked at him in surprise, my mind straining to dig up the memories long buried. Meanwhile, my children wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. "Did you hear that, Your Honor?" Clark

I wanted to examine her face. "Just to remind you, kids, you're only ten years old. It's impossible to find your mate at such an early age," Chandra butted in. That was a nice move to divert my attention. I feel like I was about to get sucked in by her. "Yuck! Stop stating such disgusting statements, Chandra," says Amara. "Mate?" I asked. "What do you mean by 'mate'?" Chandra stopped stitching pieces of clothes and looked at me with a serious face. When our eyes met, I knew she was dangerous. No one can touch her.

Mama's next question was very striking. That's right, I felt disappointed, very disappointed with Mama's willingness to let Papa cheat on her many times. What do you call it? Open marriage? What kind of concept is it that allows couples to flirt with other people outside of marriage under the pretext of both knowing and loving each other? I'm faithful to Angga, I don't use the word cheating or knowing each other is with someone else, and I don't think we need a binder called marriage if marriage itself is easily tarnished.

"And we haven't been in contact. If anyone digs, we'll both look like we cheated on one another. And that doesn't even scratch the surface of the absurdity of this whole thing. Whether he raped her or not, he had sex with a child." "She was of legal age," Suzanna defended. "He also screwed around on me with my best friend. It's great you two have this lifelong friendship, but I have limits. My best friend screwing my boyfriend is one of them. Cheating is another. As far as I'm concerned Bryce and Millie can spend the rest of their lives sneaking quickies on the side. I don't care. They just need to do it without me in the equation." My mother took my hand. "You're not a virgin, but that does

"I came all the way here to catch a mistress!" She pointed at the car she had been threatening to smash. "That's Winston's car. His mistress is hiding inside and too terrified to come out right now, while he has left to buy cigarettes in the convenience store. "Come on, Alera. Help me drag that whore out of the car!" Her words made me laugh in sheer fury. Winston cheated on her, yet she was still desperately clinging to him. "I have zero interest in your drama," I announced, then turned around to leave. But in the next second, she dropped to her knees right in front of me.

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

"What do you mean?" "She's been lacing your food with spermicide. It's enough to make you sterile forever." He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "She had it all planned out. Once you become sterile, she'll have enough reason to divorce you and take your money. Then, she'll marry me." So that was it. That was why we could never have our own children! Fury pulsed through my veins, filling my body with enough strength to stand back up. I slammed my palm right into Christopher's cheek. "You bastards!"

Once I spotted the speedboat that would soon be my getaway ride, I broke out into a carefree smile. I spent ten years helping Joshua with his turf war. We were childhood friends, and we trusted each other with our lives. We were also lovers. All along, my dream was to marry him. He had also hinted to me that once he had all of Belcove under his command, he would give me what I want. It took me until now to realize the truth. All of that had merely been a lie. Marrying Joshua was my fanciful delusion, and he used my feelings for him against me.

But loyal only to Matteo. They had used me. This hit harder than any betrayal. I sank to the floor feeling despair. I was getting the results of my cheating on Nada. If I’d remained only as her best friend, perhaps I wouldn't get into this mess. I sat in horror watching as he revealed to me what my sperm were used for, feigning surprise in between that Alisa didn’t tell me but I knew it was all an act. The medical tests I’d taken at the hospital before donating the sperm—

"Don't you dare touch him!" I snatched the trophy from his hands and lunged forward like a madman, but Megan threw her arm out to block me. "Zachary, stop it! Calm down! Just because you didn't win this trophy, you came to the ceremony to steal it? Where are your manners?" Manners? Mom was murdered by her lover, and now Dad was missing. Why should I care about manners? All she cared about were the few tears streaming down Edward's face, completely blind to what was driving me over the edge.