Cheating Vs Cheating Novel Novels & Stories

His face turned serious, and he headed toward Nelly’s room. Nelly said: “What happened between you and Adel? You were in a loving relationship, spending a honeymoon as I thought.” Naomi said, her face sad and pale: “He cheated. It seems I chose the wrong man from the very beginning. He cheated on me again.” Nelly asked: “Did he marry her?” Naomi replied: “He didn’t marry her—he just cheated on me with her. But why is he sleeping on the couch?” Nelly said: “I can no longer stand to look at him after he traveled and left me. What you’re saying only increases my hatred for him. He betrayed me too, not just you.”

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

“Wow, just wow. I have no words.” She moved towards her bedside table, opening the drawers. Blair pulled out her phone charger and the current book she was reading. It made her pause. The book was a drama about a cheating husband. True, Dan hadn’t been her husband, but still someone she hoped would stay faithful to her. After living with Laura’s parents and her uncles with his cheating ways. Blair was surprised that Laura didn’t see the pattern. Once a cheater, always a cheater in her book. If Dan had fooled around on Blair. Who’s to say he would stay faithful to Laura? No longer interested in the book, she threw it on the bed, packing the charger.

"You really follow Ningrum's instructions, huh?" "It seems like I need consultation like that," Tata says with a thin smile. "If your plans are neatly arranged, what else are you thinking about, Ta?" "Your words about infidelity, Jen." Jenni's eyebrows furrow. "What do you mean?" "Is cheating like an addiction, Jen?" Jenni blinked, but then nodded quickly. "I think so. Once they cheat and know how it feels to be deceitful, chances are they'll do it again someday. There's a different sensation when successfully cheating on a partner, Ta."

"Your mind is just filthy. Put your hand on your nonexistent conscience and ask yourself. When you were flirting with Catherine, didn't your heart fly away? Didn't it feel like you were back in your teenage years? A grown man suddenly rediscovering pure love. Didn't life feel exciting again?" She paused and added, "And then? You were emotionally cheating. Yes, emotional cheating is still cheating. I don't know if you actually did it, but whether it was emotional or physical, it's cheating. Yet you still claimed you two were just friends. If you openly admitted it, I might still respect you as a man. Cheating, then pretending to be devoted? Pathetic and cheap!" With that, she turned back to L

Jacob felt very aggrieved, and he blurted out, “Oh! Claire, don’t talk nonsense. When did I ever cheat on your mom?!” Claire replied, “You and Aunt Hall are already at the point where you are exchanging such expensive gifts with one another. Moreover, you are even having a date night and eating dinner together in private behind Mom’s back! What is this if this is not considered as cheating, then?” Jacob hurriedly replied, “I am not cheating! Your Aunt Hall and I have mutual respect for one another, and we have never overstepped any boundaries at all. Furthermore, your mother and I are already separated, and we do not have any feelings for each other anymore. It is only a matter of time befor

“I’m not a good person, so I dare to own up to the things I’ve done. What about you? You’re such a sc*m, yet you still want to make yourself look good. At this point, do you still think you weren’t in the wrong at all and that we were the ones at fault instead? Were we the ones who told you to hide Sarah? Did we make you climb into Sarah’s bed and get her pregnant?” Chester scoffed. “If I were to get married one day, I’d tell the woman not to fall in love with me or expect that I’d be faithful. I’d definitely have mistresses, so she shouldn’t get married to me if she couldn’t take it. You, on the other hand, are different from me. You’re a sc*m, yet you lie to your wife, saying you’re a good

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

The kind, earnest boy he once was had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth but found no words. At length, he murmured, "She was another man's child. I couldn't stand having her by your side. I always thought… we'd have our own child." He pretended to sound tender, but I felt only disgust. Softly, icily, I replied, "We did have our own child. You killed him with your own hands. Have you forgotten? When you pushed me aside to check on Kayla, your son was doomed never to be born."

He was evil, indeed… I carefully folded up Ian’s physical report, and hid it in the deepest recesses of my handbag. For all his lies… surely I was entitled to some deceptions of my own, now? I brushed away the dried tears upon my face. I stepped into the Gynecology Department, just nearby, and lined up to apply for an abortion. Through the crowd of people between us, I watched how happy he appeared to be. The resentment within me grew even stronger. Why did he deserve to be happy, while I was left to suffer? No… I had to get back at him, somehow…