Cheating Men Must Die Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, I cried and he came closer in panic. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. I sniffed "The man in the movie cheated on his wife. Why do men cheat?" I was upset looking at him. He hissed "Baby, it's just a movie. Not all men are cheaters," he consoled and caressed my shoulder. "You men always say that but you're all liars," he stunned at my reaction. "You should stop watching that movie. It's no good," he countered seriously. "See? you want me to shut the television because it's true!" I exclaimed loudly and uneasiness was visible on his face. "Why are you so moody?" he sounded irritated.

Who I oftenly worked with, I wasn't interested in her, wasn't interested in any woman. Ever since Maureen, my fiancee died in a car crash, that part of me that loved women without reservation died too. I was a playboy, cheating on her. I loved her dearly but couldn't help cheating because I loved women! skinny, chubby, young, old, tall and petite. Their uniquely wonderful femaleness pulled me to them. Although, Maureen was aware I was a big cheat, but never confronted me about the it. She carried on being the loving fiancee.

"You just found me in bed with another woman, and this is your reaction? Not even a teardrop?" I was stunned by his audacious statement. "Is this your attempt to manipulate me into tears? What did you expect? That I would break down and beg for a man like you?" I said disdainfully. "A cheating bastard like you would never get to see my tears." "You think you're better than me, huh? Well, let me tell you something, Ann. Any man you get with will do the same to you. Men are naturally polygamous, it's in our nature to cheat." He proudly proclaimed.

"Haven't I treated you well all these years? We waited three years for this child! How could you just get rid of it? Did you even think about how I would feel? Pearl, when did you become so heartless?" His voice was strained, his anger barely contained. Beneath it, there was heartbreak, desperation, and sorrow. He sounded like the victim, as though I were the one who betrayed him. I snapped. "Boweike, you cheated on me! You lied about work while you spent your time with Mia! You traveled the world with her! You showered her with gifts and sweet words! And the worst part? You did all of that while I was pregnant with your child! Boweike, did you ever think about how I felt?"

"Home? Which one—the place where you cheated through a wall? The house that was never mine? You keep saying you love me. When you were screwing him, did I cross your mind? What about what we promised back then?" She froze under my stare. No excuses. Just a slow shake of her head. Her eyes filled up. I felt nothing—except the urge to laugh harder. She'd done everything wrong, and now she was playing pitiful, begging like that fixed anything? So what—cheat openly, say sorry, and it all disappears? "No, it's not like that," she rushed out. "Glen, I really, really love you. Just forgive me. Just this once." I shoved her back, voice ice-cold. "When love's gone, it's gone. Same as before—when you

I walked over with a tray of pork slices and bowls of soup, placing them carefully on their table. “Here you go,” I said softly. They barely paused their conversation.. One of the men poured more alcohol into the small cups on the table and leaned back in his chair with a loud sigh. “I’m telling you,” he said, waving his cup in the air, “men cheating is just natural. It’s a man thing.” The others laughed in agreement. Another man nodded, chewing on a piece of pork. “As long as a man still loves his wife, what’s the problem?” he said. “We work all day, we’re stressed… sometimes we just need something different.”

“He cheated on me with my younger brother.” My eyes widened instantly. “Your brother?” “Yeah, he's gay,” she replied, then she looked up at me. “Have you ever been heartbroken before? Like someone you love and would die for, betrays you in the most painful way possible?” My chest throbbed softly as she said this before I turned to face Audrey and Kevin. “I haven't, but she has.” Denise sighed. “Oh my God, that's sad. Do you know who her ex is?”

Suddenly, through the glass window, I saw a disheveled woman being pinned to the ground and beaten. "It's all your fault, bitch! If it weren't for you, my dad wouldn't have been fired. Pay back all the gold we gave you. Bitch!" I felt nothing. After all, what mattered to me now was figuring out how to get my wife to give me a daughter that night.

“I am a man. Men cheat.” The words hit me like another slap. “Yes, I cheat,” he continues, like he’s explaining something simple, something obvious. “And that’s normal. Men are polygamous. Women aren’t. A wife is not allowed to cheat on her husband. You don’t get that privilege.” I stare at him, my whole body shaking now, rage and pain crashing together so violently I can barely breathe. “You’re not allowed to cheat or fuck my best friends, Riley,” he says, his voice hard, final. “Do you understand me?”

How about we go easy on him and just go with a simple high-low roll? "For the losers, other than drinking, we're throwing a little extra on top to celebrate my new marriage with Alissa tonight." Upon hearing that, everyone began to complain. "No can do. Everyone in our circles knows how much of an expert you and Alissa are at rolling dice. Now that you are both a couple, we're all dead meat." Alissa remained curled up in Rhys's arms, not sparing me a single glance. She sneered. "Accept your defeat then, all of you."