Cheating Spouse Stories Novels & Stories

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

“I guess he doesn't have the guts to tell his family the truth. Maybe because he knows he's guilty.” “Guilty of what?” I took a moment to steady my voice. I wanted to be clear. I wanted them to hear every word. “My husband cheated on me. Your cousin betrayed me.” The silence that followed was deafening. They stared at me, frozen, unable to process the words. “He and Brielle,” I continued. “That’s why I’m here. Because Aziel and I are in the same boat. His fiancée cheated with my husband. Fun, right?”

Every man there was trying to figure out how to live with what they did. The second week the group leader asked if anyone wanted to share. Before I could talk myself out of it I raised my hand. "I'm Damian" I said. My voice shook. "I cheated on my wife with my secretary. The affair lasted four months. My wife found out by walking in on us. We got divorced. I've been trying to win her back for months but I keep making things worse." "How do you keep making things worse" the group leader asked. He was an older man named Frank who had been running the group for ten years after his own affair ended his marriage.

It was the simmering guilt from within for lying to Andrew but beside cooking a story, was I left with any other option? I could sense heat rebuilding in Xander's face. He, who was holding a smirk a few moments back was now enraged by how things were still not completely against me. I bit my lower lip and frowned, “Since Xander has spilled the beans, I don't want to keep you in the dark anymore, Andrew.” Both Xander and Tania eagerly waited for what I had to say next. Andrew was all ears to me, and I decided to speak. “My husband and I share a very bad relationship. My husband has cheated on me several times with different women behind my back. He has broken my heart several times yet I trie

They played answer true, the title said it all. “Oh, come on, me? Ugh,” Katrina, one of the pioneer of the company, “Okay, shoot,” she defeatedly said, so people around her cheer, “Uhm, my husband cheated on me—with another guy,” I heard different reactions from the team, “However, I already knew it, before we got married, and had a son, I let him go with the guy,” “How about your relationship with your son?” Diana asked, she’s a mom too.

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d

“You hate that, don’t you?” “You can’t accept it.” “But too bad.” Linda laughed harshly. “You’ll never beat me.” “Liam is my fiancé now.” “Even if I die, I won’t give him back to you.” “You claim you married another man, but nobody’s ever seen him. That entire marriage story was obviously fake.” “You only made it up to make Liam jealous.” “And after that?” Linda’s voice grew more vicious. “You kept showing up around him over and over again.”

" The third affair had its own transfer, too, and the payments continued all the way to the seventh and most recent one. Dylan was so frightened that he shrank into the corner of the room. Meanwhile, Vanessa kept her eyes glued to the bank statements. "T-This is impossible…" Evelyn's voice was stone-cold. "Did you honestly think he put up with you bringing those pathetic little flings into his home time after time because he was hopelessly in love with you? Stop flattering yourself, Vanessa. "Six months ago, I made a bet with him. I bet that deep down, you were still a responsible wife, and sooner or later, you would come back to your senses. But look at you. You made me lose spectacularly.

That was my duty, as his wife of ten years. When he came to, he just stared up at the ceiling for a long while, without making a sound. I peeled and cut an apple, then pressed a slice against the corner of his lips. At last, he stirred—but all he did was flinch aside, with a vehemence which suggested he was deeply upset with me. "You already knew, didn't you?" he hissed. "About what? That you lied about having late-stage cancer, in the hopes that I'd cede everything to you after we got divorced? Or perhaps you're talking about the mistress you've been keeping hidden at your mom's place—the one you knocked up?"

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.