Cheating Spouse Revenge Novels & Stories

I mused within myself as my conscience began to judge me. “I don’t think it’s right for me… it’s not right for me to betray my husband.” I stated out loud, but I swiftly shook my head sideways. “I caught him cheating just two weeks ago, despite when he even claimed he doesn’t want to have sex for a whole month just to preserve himself for us to have a better time.” I whispered as I slowly began to make up my mind. The memory of his betrayal made heat flood my core, and I felt my pussy grow wetter, as if my body was demanding revenge through pleasure

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up badly. I’ve been cheating with my secretary for months. It was stupid, selfish, and the biggest mistake of my life. You’re the only woman I’ve ever truly loved. Please… forgive me. Let me make this right.” I stood there frozen, still feeling another man’s cum leaking into my panties. The twisted satisfaction I felt was almost sickening. Here was my husband, the man who had betrayed me, begging on his knees while I carried the evidence of my revenge inside me. “Show me how sorry you are,” I said coldly, my voice surprisingly steady. Richard didn’t hesitate. He crawled forward, pushed my dress up around my waist, and buried his face between my legs like a des

“Just say it. Really—I can make it happen.” Ivy sighed deeply. “If you insist...” Josh straightened, ready. He figured she'd ask for money—probably a generous amount. Enough to buy a car, go on a shopping spree, whatever. That was fine. For Josh, money was never an issue. But what Ivy said next caught him completely off guard. “Help me get revenge on the man who betrayed me—my husband. He cheated on me. Can you do that?” For a moment, Josh was stunned into silence. And then—

Who does a bad business like this and lets his spouse know what he is up to? Scarlett will definitely not sleep in peace, I thought again. Not after all I have told her, there was still so much to say, besides. “He's cheating on me too.” She started, causing my gaze to fall on her. “How did you find out?” She chuckled. “It all started when he called me Isabella, I still had sex with him without getting forced back then.” “I'm sorry.” “Now, he brings a lady with a big butt to the house,” she started again. “I caught them having sex on our bed, the evening I returned from dad's house.”

“I have every right! I’m your wife. And your whore gave me the evidence I need. You call her your coworker, and I call her a home wrecker!” “You have a wild imagination.” “You think I’m blind? You think because I’ve been a stay-at-home wife these past few years, I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I know what I saw tonight. “What you saw is what happens when I close a successful deal. I celebrate!” “You went to celebrate by cheating with another woman when your marriage is hanging by a thread! That’s so smart of you, Blake.” “I can’t believe how you are twisting something so innocent around and making it dirty. What do you really want here? To push me away even further?”

Once inside, Natasha’s fingers flew over the keyboard like a skilled pianist, the rapid tapping creating a rhythm in the otherwise quiet room. “Are you seeing this?” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Look at this!” I quickly leaned over her shoulder, staring at the screen, my mouth dropping open in shock. “His wife is cheating on him?” I whispered, my voice thick with surprise. The video showed Emmanuella, his wife, clearly in the act with another man in their living room. For a moment, I almost felt something resembling sympathy for Gabriel. Maybe I should just let go of my plan for revenge and move on with my life, pretending I never met him.

“It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.” Her words hit me like a brick to the chest. I blinked, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my curiosity burned brighter. “And what would you do if you were in her shoes? I mean, would you still marry the motherfucking cheating husband?” The woman smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “If it were me? I’d still marry him.” I frowned, confused. “Why would you do that? Why marry someone who betrayed you?”

I marched out of the room with my bruised ankle, ready to create a scene and send everyone home. "Where the fuck are you going to?" Melissa retorted, following me down the stairs. "You can't just show up in my house and take my husband from me." I gritted, increasing my pace when I noticed she was close. "And who said he's yours, you married my hu—" "Oh spare me that, Melissa" I fumed, "Face it, you've always been jealous of me." "Jealous of you?" She snorted, "I took your husband in a minute, why should I be jealous of you?!"

There were photos of her wife cheating and files showing the details of the staged car accident. He probably never imagined his gentle wife would do something like this. I never imagined it either. But didn't it happen anyway? "Damn it! That woman! How could she do this!" Cael cursed at the documents. His face flushed red despite the pallor left by the car accident. "Damn it! I treated her so well! I can't believe she would do something like this!" I understood his fury, so I didn't stop him. Only when he was gasping for breath did I speak. "Calm down. I'm here because I want revenge, too."