Novel & Cerita Cheating Milf Stories

With that, I picked up my bag and strode away under everyone's shocked gazes. When I stepped out of the cafe, the sunlight was blinding. My phone vibrated with a message from James. [The offshore accounts have been traced. The fund flows are quite interesting—besides Wendy, a huge sum also went to an overseas casino.] I halted mid-step. So Cameron had not only cheated and transferred assets—he had also been involved in gambling. That made things even more interesting. That very evening, I received an invitation. It was to the industry's top-tier "Golden Architecture Award" gala.

My name is Mitchell Chandler, and my wife is Renata Pritchard. On our fifth wedding anniversary, Renata carefully puts together a grand fireworks display. It's for her first love, Samuel Harlow, who has just returned to the country. Under the fireworks, they embrace and kiss. It's a picture-perfect scene. Captured by a famous photographer, the moment makes its way to today's photography exhibition, taking home the gold award. In the audience, Renata's best friend, Vivian Rhodes, turns to me with a grin and asks, "The photo turned out amazing, didn't it? Samuel and Renata really look like a match made in heaven—unlike losers who have to live off their wives. Don't you think so?" I reply

“How dare you accuse us of such falsehoods, Redmond? The Whitecastle family is innocent!” “Is that so? Then, how is it that my assistant has just sent me proof of your tax evasion? Forget it. I don’t think you’re getting out of here that easily. It’s either the police station or the courthouse. You’re really quite busy, Ms. Whitecastle,” I mocked. Vanessa replied disdainfully, “Give it up, Redmond. The Day family will fall before the Whitecastle family does!” “Then, let’s just wait and see how things shake out!”

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

Some landed in my mouth, and I swallowed without thinking. We both collapsed and I rested against him. "You okay?" I was shaking, feeling a bit guilty now "I-I think I just cheated on my fiancé." Ace smiled. "No, babe. You just had a bachelorette party. What happens here stays here." I looked down at the mess on my body and at my now torn thong on the floor. What on earth had I just done?

I opened the unknown message first. "Nina, please, give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. Please give me another chance. You can't throw away our years of relationship like that" Anger immediately filled my chest. Wasn’t cheating enough? Now he was trying to convince me that what I saw wasn’t real. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Then I opened Liana’s message. Honestly, I already knew what she would say, but curiosity got the better of me.

Would I ever find happiness again, or was this the end of the road for me? I stood in front of the judge, my hands shaking as I listened to the lawyer representing Damon speak. "Your honor, Mrs. Contreras is trying to get a divorce based on her allegations that my client cheated on her. But I would like to point out that she herself has a history of infidelity. She cheated on my client with not one, but multiple men during the course of their marriage. And yet, my client has always stood by her and tried to make things work. He has never once strayed from their vows. We ask that the court denies Mrs. Contreras' request for a divorce and instead, orders couples counseling to try and work on t

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

If anything, Lucas’s little speech, his strange warmth and carefully placed encouragement, only reminded me how deeply embedded their games ran. They were fake. Camila, presuming to be this untouchable, perfect picture of a solid family woman, was cheating on her husband with an employee. She feels so secure in her ways, not knowing that her actions could be exposed with one click of a button. I want to do it, but it seems too easy. No, I want to torture her with it first. "Send her the pictures, but carefull. It can't lead back to us." I texted Levy and let my phone drop to my side.

"Their words are law in this city. You’re fighting a tide you cannot stop. Even if he’s cheating—and I know he is—you just have to ignore it. Focus on having his heir. Once you have a Stormfang heir in your arms, you’ll have a solid, unbreakable footing in the pack. Nobody can touch you then." ​"I don't want his money, and I don't want his power!" I shouted, the sound echoing off the thin walls. “He abandoned me at the altar three times, Mom.” My mother took a breath. "Honestly, Zara, even if you refuse to reconcile with him and find someone else, he'll still cheat. All men cheat. It's in their DNA." “No Mom, I don't agree with you,” I said, rising to my feet. “Not all men cheat. I'm pretty