Cheating Second Chance Romance Books Novels & Stories

“That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.” He shrugged. “Weirdly romantic is kind of my thing.” She blushed, tucking the book under her arm. “We should find something you’d like.” They drifted through the aisles together, pulling out titles, comparing tastes—him more into thrillers and old philosophy books, her favoring modern poetry and angsty novels. At one point, he challenged her to find the oldest book in the store. She found one with a broken spine and scribbled notes in the margins dated back to the 1950s. He kissed her cheek when she handed it to him, whispering, “Beautiful and clever.”

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Graham of our return before turning back to his tablet. * * * At home, Mr. Graham greets us at the door. “Welcome back, Young Master, Ms. Moon.” “Thank you,” I say, my voice breathless. His eyebrow arches slightly, but he says nothing. As I settle into my room, my phone buzzes. A flood of notifications fills the screen—photos and articles from the party. One article catches my eye, and my blood runs cold. “A Whirlwind Romance Between Rex Patterson and Vanya Moon.”

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

competition… even thinking about it makes me tired. I got my revenge. And I made my choices. So if that’s where we are, then fine. Let’s make it clean. Just to make sure he fully understood, and to wipe that irritating “deeply in love” expression off his face, I decided to tear off the last layer of politeness between us. “Actually,” I said slowly, pulling my hand out of his, “every time I cheated, I also gave you a gift.” He froze. Completely still. Like someone hit pause.

Her inner consciousness had not yet recovered one hundred per cent, but she had already faced the intimate actions of the opposite sex. When the handsome man ended the hot kiss, he looked at his spouse lovingly. That girl's cheeks blushed automatically. Abby tried to look away, but the man's left hand returned to caressing the cheek area, which made her nervous. The atmosphere in the room was quiet again, but the fire of romance that was inside the two people who loved each other was getting bigger. "Honey, let's make love first before going to the office," said Massimo, moving his hand to his wife's breast.

Why does he have to be so damn dangerously sexy? My hand moved downward again, slower this time. I slipped it under my shorts, fingers brushing over my already damp panties. A soft sigh escaped me as I started touching myself, imagining it was Ezekiel’s hands instead of mine. Imagining him fresh out of the pool, still wet, pressing me against the wall and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough. My fingers moved faster, circling my clit as heat built between my legs. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but soft whimpers still slipped out. The necklace felt cool against my skin, a reminder that he had thought about me. That he had picked this out for me.

“You’re not ashamed.” The mistress’s laugh was soft, almost affectionate. “I’m not the one who has to pretend,” she replied. “You’re the one who smiles at her like she doesn’t taste your lies.” Elowen flinched at the word lies, because it was too accurate. She had tasted Rowan’s sweetness, his charm, his insistence that she belonged beside him. She hadn’t tasted deception. Not until now, not until the woods offered the scent of another woman under his skin.

“I remember now. I remember everything—the summer we spent together.” Back then, we had clung to each other for warmth, drawing comfort from one another. Without realizing it, I had fallen in love with that boy. Caspian kissed me softly, reverently, as if making a vow. “Elysia,” he whispered, “stay with me for the rest of your life.” My eyes burned with tears as every last wall I had built finally collapsed. “Okay,” I replied. “I’ll stay with you. Forever.” Thank the heavens that I was given a second chance at life, so I wouldn’t miss the one I loved again.

I sent, though I couldn’t promise I’d be as fully sane as I previously had been… before Emmerson came back into my life, and I regained my memory. I couldn’t promise that I’d be fine after all this passes; I could only try. I dropped my phone and picked up the novel I’d been reading… it was titled “Back to Us.” I’d never been a second-chance romance girlie until now… that I have found myself in its spiral. But really… is there such a thing as second chances? Does life really give second chances? Or are these books simply written to give people false hope? But then… I couldn’t deny they gave me hope, in the littlest of ways.