Cheating Spouse Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

“The same one who was busy your best-friend last night.” Kiara’s head snapped up. She stared at him, her earlier softness disappearing. “You’re not any better,” she shot back. “Your wife is probably still with him right now, and here you are acting like you have the higher ground.” Shaun's eyes stayed on her, as he dropped the towel he was holding onto the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not the one running back to a cheating spouse, ” he said. “He doesn't deserve it.”

His head lowered, his hand clenched, he stood rigid. Eyes looked at each other, and the heels started to spun to leave the couple's personal space. Someone patted his shoulder in sympathy. The man appeared helpless thanks to his cheating wife. Boom*** His rage high up and hand landed on her right cheek. He slapped his wife. Stunned. People rooted to the ground. "You, cheating whore." He cursed shaking like a leaf. She stood there holding her hot cheek. Tears rolled down from her eyes. He raised his hand once more, this time stopping in the middle.

She yanked Lucy back by her hair, causing her nipple to come out of Vince's mouth with a pop. "Aah!" Lucy wailed as she flattened on the desk on her back. "JASMINE!" Vince thundered angrily as he pushed her away. Jasmine staggered, barely holding herself together. With tears burning in her eyes and the image of her husband cheating on her with his stepmom burning into her memory— she took a step forward and connected a slap with his face. "HOW DARE YOU!" Jasmine shrieked. Her shoulders sagged under the weight of pain she was feeling. She gritted her teeth and tried not to give in under the weight as she eyed her husband, who was still smirking bitterly at her.

“It worked!” Marco chuckled at the copy of the data he had access to. He didn't care what Jeremy would do after finding out what he had done. This was all for the sake of a better life for his family, especially his son's life. His son must have happiness without any shortcomings. Marco looked at the file on his desk. The file with all the evidence of the cheating he had done. Marco just smiled and took the file. “I know you are disappointed with my betrayal, but since you have also made my life worse, please accept my revenge. However, even though you are not the real culprit who ruined my life, that person is your father who made Evelyn leave me in the first place.”

he nodded and turned to leave. “Given?” he turned to look at me. “No one comes back here without her; do I make myself clear?” “Yes, sir.” He then left. I fumed in anger; my chest rose and fell. She tricked me and my wife paid the price for my stupidity. For not seeing through her schemes. Oh, the things I was going to do to her when I find her. a sinister smile appeared on my face as I thought of ways I was going to kill her.

Thinking she'd calmed me down, Lilith tore up the divorce agreement and went back to her room. Maisy shot me a glare, slammed the door, and left. Fireworks lit up the sky. The New Year had arrived. But I felt no joy. I felt like I was soaked in ice water, the pain numbing me. I called my lawyer friend, Reuben Webb. A brief conversation was all it took to end it all. "I want a divorce. Yes, she cheated. Before and after our marriage." After I hung up, Lilith was still in the bathroom, applying skincare in front of the mirror.

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

Her hand roamed my shirt and she started unbuttoning my shirt and as she ran her fingers through my hairy chest, it sent chills all through my body. “What are you doing? You are a married woman.” I said in between airy breaths. “Yes! I want to cheat back.” She said, “Wow, wow! Easy.. What is going on?” I managed to control the growing urge to ravage her. “He's been cheating on me and hitting me when drunk.” She said almost in tears. “And you think the best way to hurt him is to get revenge?” I asked. “I don't know, I'm just so tired and starved. I really need you to touch me, just make me cum.. please.” She guided my hands to her lace panties. My heart hammered as I was caught between lust a

“Leave the clothes there. Now get the fuck out of my office, you pathetic slut.” I ran from the building, sobbing uncontrollably the entire drive home. The image of his cock slamming into her tight pussy replayed endlessly in my mind, mixing with his degrading words. I cried on the bathroom floor for hours, mascara running, then in a fit of rage and hurt, I stripped and fucked myself viciously with my biggest dildo on the bed, pounding my “loose” pussy until I squirted everywhere. My phone buzzed with an unknown number. Unknown: If you want real revenge on that cheating piece of shit husband, come to Eclipse Massage Parlour tonight at 9pm sharp. Don’t tell anyone yet. You won’t regret it.