Cheating Men Must Die Novels & Stories

“I thought it was just troubles about her daughter having cancer. But now that I see you, one thing became clear: Melissa was struggling with a cheating husband too.” My mouth falls open. “Did she say that?” “No,” the woman says innocently. “She didn’t have to. Everyone at work watched her struggle every single day. Alone. I heard she also died that way. Alone. Unwanted. Betrayed.” “That’s not it at all.” My throat feels tight. “I tried to be there for her—” “Oh, don’t worry, there’s no use worrying about all of it now,” she interjects, her tone shifting to something more cheerful. “I’m sure you did your best. Sometimes our best just isn’t enough. I’m sure Melissa is in a better place now.”

The crowd in the restaurant erupted into loud whispers, each person eager to voice their opinion. "She's got all these diseases—just how much has she been messing around?" "No wonder she can't have kids. Looks like she's been used up long ago." The man I had called out earlier stepped forward, puffing out his chest. Without hesitation, he splashed a cup of water right across my face. "With all these diseases, how dare you even show your face here! What if you infect us? How disgusting. I'm embarrassed for you! I feel sorry for your fiancé. He seems like a decent guy, but he ended up with someone like you."

He had performed some technical magic to allow me to stay logged in from another device without notifying the main account. Therefore, I was reading every message in real time while my father-in-law was flirting across the room. That was how I discovered why he urgently needed that 200 thousand dollars. The woman he was talking to had recently encountered some trouble. She claimed she wanted a divorce but needed 200 thousand dollars to hire a lawyer. She told him that she would go to him once the divorce was finalized and that she wouldn't mind his age and would willingly be his mistress. However, I could tell from the chat history that she was just milking him. Only an idiot like him would

"What's wrong with a man having another woman on the side. It just shows how charming he is. If you can't keep your man in check, that's on you." I nodded and pulled out my phone. "Let's see who gets the final laugh. I'll make sure every cent Henry conned out of me gets paid back. I'll make sure you pay back everything you stole, Henry."

“I could pray every day, beg to rewind time. I could pray until my knees give out... but nothing’s going to undo it.” “No,” he agreed quietly. “But you can pray to take the pain away.” I looked up at him, startled by the tenderness in his voice. He was smiling at me. Softly. Kindly. “Why do men cheat?” I whispered, sliding my glass toward him for another refill. He poured without hesitation. “I don’t know. I’ve never cheated.” I slapped his arm. “Ow!” “But seriously?” he continued. “People cheat... because that’s what people do. Even when it’s not fun. Even when it hurts. They do it because it makes them feel alive.”

Then, I leaned closer to Mason and whispered, "I'm so sorry that our wedding isn't perfect anymore." His warm breath brushed my neck and made my ears flush as he murmured, "It's perfect as long as you're by my side, honey." I blushed and nodded. At the entrance, Wayne's last shred of hope was completely shattered when he saw that I hadn't responded and even had him thrown out. He pulled out a knife and pressed the tip against his chest, his eyes wild with agony. "If you won't take me back, I'll just die right here!"

Just moments ago, the live stream had been buzzing, with comments and gifts flooding in nonstop. "Mr. Gray only made the same mistake every man makes! Forgive him, Mrs. Gray!" "There's only zero times and countless times when it comes to cheating. There's no in-between!" "He cheated with his wife's sister and even had an illegitimate daughter! That's unforgivable!" "Dump the scumbag and take down the homewrecker! Go enjoy life without them, Mrs. Gray!"

“It’s seven in the morning on the dot. I’m precisely on time. I have no clue what you are talking about.” Seriously! Does he think I’m blind and stupid or what? I shake my head, glaring at him as I take the mug of steaming hot coffee from him. Its steam rising from the hole in the cup's lid. “I might be seventeen and not have a wolf. But I’ve watched p**n and know what screwing sounds like. It’s obvious you and Charity haven’t marked each other, or you would both be dead. Cheating on one’s mate is a death sentence. It’s worse than going through rejection.” Taking a sip from my coffee, I punch the button for the song I’m listening to restart. “Here, listen to this song. It suits you and Chari

"If Chris can be exempted then Lucas can be too. Appearance doesn't determine cheating." "If appearance doesn't, then what does mum?" "Before I answer your question. I'll love you to answer mine first." "Ok mum. Go on. Your daughter is listening." "Haven't you seen a scenario where an ugly male still cheats?" "That's definitely because he has money." "Are all the male cheaters you've heard of rich?" "I don't think so, mum. Some don't even have a home."

James handed over a photograph. In the photo, Wendy was linking arms with another man as they went in and out of a maternity hospital. That man was a leading enforcer from an underground casino in Jelaston—someone Cameron knew all too well. "Cameron, you thought you were her beloved. In fact, you were just her ATM and her fall guy."