Cheating Men Must Die Novels & Stories

"You've been married for three years, and now you want a divorce? Is it because we pushed her too hard about having a kid?" I took a drag of my cigarette and let out a long sigh. "She thinks I live off her and am not good enough for her anymore." At that, both of my parents burst out laughing. "She probably thinks we've gone broke. You're not working, and now that she's achieved her goals by using you, she wants to toss you aside. Is she seeing someone else?" they asked. I nodded. "More or less." Emotional cheating was still cheating. Even if I wasn't entirely sure, the way Pamela treated the young man made it obvious. They were way too close to be just coworkers.

“But I said I didn't show anyone!” “Yes.” He leaned forward slightly. “That's exactly why you're going to die. Because you're the only man who has seen my wife like this.” The smoke from his cigar drifted into the air as my face drained of blood. Die? Was he really going to kill me just to conceal the fact that his wife had cheated on him? Had Scarlett completely bewitched him? “What... but I didn't do anything. She—” “AHH!” A brutal punch smashed into my jaw, cutting me off.

Heh. "Wow! Coming from you!! FYI, 9 out of 10 girls cheats on their boyfriends! Cheaters!" What the---!? Why is he angry at me!? Is it me who cheated!? Dumb-assed Toasted Bird! "Humiliating for you, womanizer! No woman will cheat if it's the man who cheated first!" Gosh, this is so stressful! I will fight every woman's rights! So, support me girls! Let's pull these motherfuckers down!

Cheat on me, and I can kill you without leaving a mark. Isaac's lips twitched. He slowly smiled and said adoringly, "I know you can do it, but you'd become a widow yourself.." "I'll just get me some pretty boy." "No one's prettier than me." "Then I'd get a ugly one. As long as it's a man…" Isaac abruptly wheeled on her, staring darkly at her. Irene met his stifling gaze and reared her chin. "Cheat on me, and I'll cheat on you—"

For the first time since everything had fallen apart, I allowed myself to believe her. “I feel so pathetic. I couldn’t keep my dog on a leash, and he strayed with another woman and turned me to a glorified nanny.” “Your dog needs to be put down,” Naomi muttered as we sat quietly. I laughed through my tears. “Your husband is an asshole,” she said again. “Screw him,” I hissed. “We really do need to put the lying cheat down. I have a guy, he knows how to make a body disappear. Or better still, I can call one of my cousins in Germany,” she half joked.

My ex-husband's life unfolded in damning detail: The male intern he'd been fucking in conference rooms. The offshore accounts Jane knew nothing about. The tax fraud even his fancy lawyers couldn't explain away. Rolin swirled his drink. "Pathetic, isn't it?" Pathetic didn't cover it. This was a guided tour through a man's moral bankruptcy. Then I turned the page. The world stopped. My vision tunneled to three words: "Termination of Eleanor Whitmore." Nana. The paper crinkled in my grip. A sound tore from my throat—half sob, half snarl.

and I just proved it today. A male werewolf is dying to catch a female werewolf who is already bathed in blood. He is running to chase the woman even though she clearly looked weak. How did I know? Because they looked like a fool, running in circles as if they consider the other lands or places they might disturb. Apparently, they keep their zone in one place to hurt one another, to keep the chaotic scene within one place. What scares me the most is the man because of the axe he is holding in his hand. I covered my mouth, just to feel the falling tears in my eyes. The man's eyes looked so enchanted.

I don't know if I can get up from my bed now or if I'll just roll over since my whole life doesn't really matter anymore. It's just that everyone doesn't last long with me. Something unexpected will come, and then suddenly you give up and then you promise what's what, and I'm the fool who believed and sat down again, even though I know that almost all men are cheaters. There is really nothing good that a man can bring to my life; it's just persecution and consumption.

"Divorce? It's because of him, isn't it? Your phone never stopped buzzing ever since you fainted." I glanced at the phone screen as text notifications from Future Solomon continued to pop up. "What's happened to you? "Answer me, Ivana Wesley! "I'm worried sick about you. "I swear I'm going to fucking kill Solomon, that beast!" Solomon's expression was as dark as thunder. He suppressed his anger and demanded, "He's the bastard you've been cheating on me with, isn't he?" I looked at his face and suddenly felt exhausted. I shifted my gaze away instead without saying a single word.

True, the man had cheated on his Woman, despite their having been married for decades… But now, watching him as he pounded his opponent, taking blows in a manner that suggested he was not feeling the pain, all of it convinced O’Grady that if Proserpina were to witness this spectacle, she would forgive her husband. For as everyone knew, the entire Delano clan, all the children, had been unanimous in condemning their father’s infidelity. The Don had been shamed, had been remorseful. And now, O’Grady took a sharp breath. the wily Mafia Don had managed to overpower his opponent. Using his superior tactics and his cunning, Lucien Delano moved behind the weakened El Toro, who was built like a towe