Cheating Romance Novels & Stories

“Hah, the details of the things that happened between him and me are very exciting. Are you sure you don’t want to hear it? Anyway, that’s not my problem. Even if you refuse to listen to it, I still want to say it out loud. There’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Zachary’s gaze turned grim, but Charlotte was unperturbed. She wanted nothing but revenge right now. The Cheshire cat grin on her face widened as she continued. “Just like you, I kissed another man, and I went home with him! Yes, Zachary Connor, I’ve cheated on you! You’re the most miserable man in the world! Not only did your ex-girlfriend cheat on you, but even your wife was unfaithful to you as well!” At that moment, Zachary’s pe

Monica replied as she spooned Anton some rice. "Okay," said Anton. "To be honest, I'm still traumatized by being cheated on. Or when you say you want to get together with your old friends, about school reunions, bukber and the like, you can't come anymore," Monica replied with a sharp look. "I understand, for your sake, I won't go to the invitation of reunion, bukber, or anything like that with my old friends," said Anton. Monica smiled but even though she could smile beautifully in front of Anton her heart could not lie. She was still traumatized and could not fully trust Anton. There is a saying that if a man cheats once, he will do it again.

George continued, "But this has nothing to do with cheating. My feelings trace back more than thirty years. So when Ms. Smith approached me and said her mother was unhappy, I admit that I let my personal feelings get involved. I thought that if Ms. Hudson truly became single again, maybe... maybe I could have a chance. "That's why I went along with Ms. Smith. I wanted to see for myself whether her mother's life was really as bad as her daughter claimed." A trace of unspeakable regret lingered in his voice. I looked at him in surprise, my mind straining to dig up the memories long buried. Meanwhile, my children wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. "Did you hear that, Your Honor?" Clark

The screams and shouts were interspersed with the sounds of people slamming their hands on the table and glasses shattering. It all came together in a deafening roar. My wife, Whitney Stuart, shoved Zach Green, her assistant, away hard. Her face turned deathly pale for a split second before turning red with fury. She pointed at me, her finger trembling. "Simon Lockwood! What the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you cheat on me right to my face? Let go of her! Let her go right now!" Zach looked just as shocked and infuriated. Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight.

"That's right. You disgust me more than anything else in this world." Marissa grabbed my collar and glared at me. "Have I been too tolerant with you? Did you somehow mistakenly get the impression that you could control me as you pleased?" I turned my head away, wordlessly refusing to be in close proximity to her. She was so enraged that she pushed me to the floor. I was caught off guard as she started kicking me in the abdomen. Marissa saw right through my feigned composure. Scoffing, she declared, "We're getting married soon, so what's this nonsense about being disgusted with me, huh?"

“He and my dad met in Montreal. I also heard he's now the COO of Sinclair’s Global.” “True,” I whispered as I spun her around and caught her swiftly. She glared into my eyes as her lips curled upwards. “You really are a good dancer,” she giggled. “It's just a shame that my stupid boyfriend can't dance. In fact, that selfish prick can't do anything.” “Wow,” I muttered a bit stunned. “So, where's he?” “We broke up.” She sighed, bowing her head as she frowned. “He cheated on me with my younger brother.”

Jaye slumped against the couch and closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart. Jealous? The word echoed in the silence. No. It was disgusting. Disgust for a man who could so easily cheat on his wife, disgust for herself for wanting him so desperately. It was just physical. A chemical reaction. An itch that only he could scratch. She took a deep breath, plastered the serene smile back on her face and stepped out of the room, ready to rejoin her own bachelor party

"You can't tell me the truth because you're dead. But the truth was written all over that boy's face. How many lies have you told me over the years? Even after all of that... I can't seem to hate you." "Did that bastard cheat on her?" He wondered irritably. He hated cheaters. Stassie was the biggest cheater of all, and now "saint" Rafael cheated on his lovely wife? Caesar opened his mouth to ask Amaliah what she meant, but she turned her head at that moment and saw him.

I loved the way he thrust into my p***y and after some good long thrusts in to my core , he lastly withdrew his half flaccid d**k out of me , glistening with both our juices. "I'm exhausted let's sleep " ,l uttered out before l collapsed down on his bed . " One of my best nights ", He murmured before he pulled me more closer to him . Cuddling with him , l stared at his hairy chest in disbelief . Ignoring the intense sex , l now wished he was my husband . Skilled in bed with care and love , he was an opposite of Mark . Even when I was still beautiful with no kids , Mark used to be toxic instead of showing love to me . With this , now l had to Iive with what l have done . As bad as it sounded

"Quiet? Of course, why wouldn't you be? Your lover has been found dead, and you were with him the night before. Hmm, so complicated. Even the police would be cautious of how they would question you around me since it involves a man you constantly spent the night with. What a cheating wife. That would be the words buried in their mind as they question you. Their eyes will keep meandering the house, wondering why you would cheat, and when they leave, they will talk between themselves and say women can never be satisfied. Pitifully, that is nothing but the truth." Damon's parody only made me pity myself. I've never imagined I would ever be placed in a such situation. I was going to be a mockery