Cheating Spouse Revenge Novels & Stories

I repeated in a whisper. I felt his hand on my back, softly at first, then stronger when I didn't pull away. “Yes, beautiful. Revenge.” His hand moved down to my waist, where there was an opening in my dress, and I shivered when I felt his bare hand on my skin. “You should reciprocate, don’t you think?” “Are you telling me to cheat on my husband?” I whispered. I gasped softly when I felt his hand slip lower. “No, beautiful. I’m asking you to reciprocate.”

I questioned, and she gave a bitter chuckle. “He cheated first,” She yelled, as the tears she was trying to hold back, fell uncontrollably. “He did what?” I asked, making a fist, I could punch his face, if was close to me, who would cheat on a goddess like her? “He has been cheating with my best friend and half-sister since we were married, I just wanted revenge and I got caught,” she said, before running into the bathroom. I felt angry at myself and Klaus, I felt like killing him, for cheating on her and making a fool of her on their renewal ceremony.

He cheated instead with Ellen's own little sister of all people. Ellen wants revenge. Plain and simple. It was during this break from their marriage that she would seek her revenge. She knew an indiscretion of this magnitude probably called for an outright divorce but other than his ill-advised affair John was a somewhat decent husband and an excellent provider. Besides, she did have to assume a degree of responsibility for his affair as she did little in the bedroom herself to spice up their boring sex life. She had put on a few extra pounds, stopped wearing makeup most of the time, stopped doing her hair, and said little when their lovemaking fell off to the "once in a blue moon" category.

“Whatever it is, it’s not worth dying for.” Sophia choked back a bitter laugh, the weight of her emotions crashing over her. Not worth it? She had been humiliated in front of everyone she knew, betrayed by the man she was supposed to marry, and now, her entire life felt like a dark, twisted joke. She didn’t want his sympathy. She didn’t want his pity. With a surge of anger, she shoved him away, her fists pounding against his chest. “I didn’t ask for your help!” she screamed, her voice raw and broken. “I wanted it to end! I wanted it all to stop!”

"Oh, the older woman is going to get far worse treatment for her deception. But Inés comes first. She's the priority. Carmen can wait her turn." He finally set his phone down on the table, screen up, the current photo showing Inés in that damning red wig and mask. "The beauty of this plan is that I get to be the supportive, devastated husband throughout the entire scandal. I get to stand by her side, tell the media we're working through this together, that I love my wife despite her past mistakes. I get to play the noble, forgiving spouse while she suffers the consequences of her lies." "Your world is so fucking complicated," the scarred man said, shaking his head. "Why not just divorce her

she said across the kitchen table, "I want you to find me one of your black friends who would be willing to be videotaped fucking me in my ass." I looked at her like she was crazy; "This is a joke, right?" "No joke little brother, just plain old revenge." Martha had caught her husband cheating on her, not just once but several times, and each time he had begged forgiveness and promised never to do it again. The last time, however, he'd gotten caught doing it in the marital bed. Martha intended to punish Bill in the most humiliating way she could think of, by letting a black man fuck her; no, not just fuck her, but fuck her in her ass and tape it so she could show him the video.

Anthony asked while holding his cup of coffee and staring at me. My plan? I stirred the iced tea I was drinking with its straw. "Revenge, I want to see him suffer!" I answered him and then I took a sip of the iced tea I was drinking. I want to see him suffer and experience what I felt when I lost Yumi. Anthony slowly put his coffee cup on the table and looked at me seriously. "Are you sure of what you want to do to take revenge on your husband?" Anthony asked me again, he has asked me this several times but I still have the same answer.

“Oh! Really! It’s been a long time. Sorry, I didn’t thank you personally. I’m glad we meet here finally. Thank you for saving my life.” “Oh! No worries. I’m happy to help. So, what are you doing here?” “I just want to find my wife here, according to the detective that I paid to follow my wife. She was here with another man.” I was shocked by what he said. By the way, his mother mentioned to me that he is married and has one child. It’s so bad that his wife cheated! Her husband is so handsome, as if he has everything. Which floor is he on? Can they catch their partner?

"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

Martha swallows her saliva, without saying much; she takes a picture from outside the window and hastily leaves the scene. In reality, Martha doesn't immediately go home; instead, she goes to her secret apartment and stays there in silence. It's not easy for Martha to accept this bitter reality; she still can't believe what she saw with her own eyes. Damian, the man she has fought for and boasted about, turns out to be cheating while she's pregnant. Martha repeatedly looks at her phone; she wants to contact Damian and test his honesty. Unfortunately, Martha doesn't have the courage to do it. She puts her phone back and covers her face.