Cheating Men Must Die Novels & Stories

He didn't think Irvin would go so far as to throw away his entire future by actually killing Grace over something like this. Historically speaking, women were the ones who couldn't bear to live after losing their chastity. There had never been a man who would self-destruct should something like this happen to him. No matter how much a man loved someone, he typically wouldn't be affected should he cheat. Every man Magnus knew had gone astray at some point, including himself. He considered himself to be quite disciplined, yet he too had slipped up on occasion. It wasn't a big deal for men to have extramarital affairs. And once it happened, it usually expanded their horizons. It would also lead

But in the end, she was betrayed and cheated on, and now even her savings, apartment, and life were all snatched away by the horrible betrayers. And now, she had to entertain people… by dying fancy? This had to be a sick joke. Wasn’t this supposed to be a survival game? “And what if I refuse to be entertainment? What then? Will you kill me a second time?” Willa folded her fists, glaring toward the speaker. “Then,” the handsome man from earlier murmured, “you die.” Willa dodged back on instinct, but his lips curled and his eyes darkened. “Not by my hands, darling,” he whispered. “The death world… it will eat you up soon enough.”

I froze, trying to process what he had just said to me. That was the last thing I expected from him. His words hurt like a knife to the heart. “Aren't you ashamed of yourself?” I spat as I stood up quickly. I was highly disappointed. “Aren't you old enough to give birth to me, huh?” I wasn't wrong when I registered all men to be the same. All men are cheats, fucking cheats. I was sure he had a wife and children. All men are evils. All they want from a woman is her pussy. Nothing else. I thought he would have some kind of reaction, but he didn't. Not even a thing.

Hmm, her considerations were quite thoughtful. Seeing that Rolando was no longer angry, she said unhappily, "Do all the men nowadays like to cheat? I heard Manager say that not only is Toby's wife beautiful, she also has a good job. But Toby is not satisfied with it, and still wants to be with others, is this a man's basic character? " "You can't say that. Someone like Toby is despicable, he cannot represent all men." "But now men have cheated just because they have some money. Too many examples."

"My wife cheated on me and announced to the whole world that another man is her husband. Crazy, right?" I laugh wildly, but it sounds more like a broken thing crawling out of my throat. "That’s crazy," Mustache Guy mutters, shaking his head. "You gotta be strong, man." He pats my shoulder like he’s my long-lost uncle. "Confront her. Then him. If worse comes to worst, shoot both of them." He chuckles nastily, and I laugh too. Then stop. No. I can't kill her. Not until she smiles at me like she does with Sawyer.

"And who the hell are you supposed to be? He loved me, not you! Do you think he cares about you? All I have to do is say sorry, and he'll come running back!" Even now, she actually believed that I would go back to her. I stared at her. "Quinn, I'm not a recycling bin. I don't take back garbage." She froze like she couldn't believe I'd actually said it. "Mateo, I thought… You loved me the most. Why?" "Because the day you and Chad hooked up, something in me died. You know this; I despise liars and betrayals." And just like that, whatever fire was left in Quinn's eyes flickered out. Layla let out a snort and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the café without another glance.

I was simply returning the favor. When I found out she was cheating on her asshole husband, my plan came together like a guaranteed success waiting to happen. Autumn didn’t have to die; it was already suspicious enough that Miles and Meghan died within two weeks of each other. I wanted to put Autumn behind bars, and I knew just what to do.

“You know damn well why Sage picked her. Didn’t you see the way she leaned in? Pressed her tits right in his fucking face?” I kept my expression still, swallowing the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m telling you the truth, Christian.” Chuck’s voice grated, his jaw tight. “She seduced Sage. That’s exactly what happened.” He gave a bitter scoff. “That bitch wants to screw her way to the top. I always knew she was cheating on me when we were married. Fucking slut.” My spine went rigid. Heat prickled under my skin.

‘He cheated’ the next article read, showing a shot of a dark haired actor holding hands with a blonde woman in a skimpy silver dress as they snuck out of a club. Damn cheaters, at least this one didn’t make my heart hurt. I could understand his actress girlfriend’s pain. Men sucked. And not in a good way. My drink was filled again as I flipped through the magazine again. My head felt floaty and the pain was muted. I tossed the magazine into the chair beside me, silently watching the movie. I didn’t need to put in the headphones to know what was coming. Closing my eyes, leaned my head back. Why couldn’t I find something like in the movies?

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?"