Cheating Vs Cheating Novel Novels & Stories

Knowing someone had my back right now, quietly, without either of them suspecting it, pulled a small, warm smile out of me before I could stop it. "What are you smiling at?" Dillan asked, snapping me back. "Is that a man you're texting? Is it the one from last night?" He grabbed for my phone, but the message had already deleted itself the moment I opened it. There was nothing there for him to find. "Why are you so sure I'm the one cheating?" I asked. "Are you?" "Enough, Ava. Don't push it." He gave me a hard look, then laughed, short and cruel.

"I—I was just taking the dog out to do his business. I was going to clean it up since we're in public, but I didn't expect the certificate to fall right into the puddle." Michelle, who'd just called her own parents brain-dead, wasn't exactly a genius herself. She brightened like she'd figured something out. "Oh, is that all? Let me help." She marched over to the puddle of urine and dumped the ashes straight into it. The loose powder instantly clumped together. Michelle wore a sweet smile, but her actions were anything but. "See, Grant? Isn't this thoughtful of me?" Thoughtful? I didn't see that. Cruel? Absolutely.

If she really loved me, she wouldn't have cheated. And if she chose to cheat, why latch onto me now? Why put on this whole show? I didn't need the answers. I'd already decided. I'd never show up in her life again. This was the end. For real. Vanessa locked onto my arm, refusing to let go. Her jaw was tight, face flushed, fist clenched so hard blood leaked between her fingers. I felt nothing. I knew if I gave her even a crack of hope, this would never end.

“He and my dad met in Montreal. I also heard he's now the COO of Sinclair’s Global.” “True,” I whispered as I spun her around and caught her swiftly. She glared into my eyes as her lips curled upwards. “You really are a good dancer,” she giggled. “It's just a shame that my stupid boyfriend can't dance. In fact, that selfish prick can't do anything.” “Wow,” I muttered a bit stunned. “So, where's he?” “We broke up.” She sighed, bowing her head as she frowned. “He cheated on me with my younger brother.”

“And what are you then? Her savior? Oh please, don’t make me laugh. Everyone knows your secret. You are not better than me. You don’t keep women. You use them and toss them aside like trash.” Gasps erupted from the pack wolves in the distance. No one spoke to the Chairman that way. But Damian didn’t falter. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the space between him and Ethan until dominance poured off him in waves. My knees threatened to give way under the sheer force of it. “You’re right,” Damian said calmly. “I never keep women.” His eyes cut to me, dark and burning. “Until I met her.” The world stopped. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.

"Don't you dare touch him!" I snatched the trophy from his hands and lunged forward like a madman, but Megan threw her arm out to block me. "Zachary, stop it! Calm down! Just because you didn't win this trophy, you came to the ceremony to steal it? Where are your manners?" Manners? Mom was murdered by her lover, and now Dad was missing. Why should I care about manners? All she cared about were the few tears streaming down Edward's face, completely blind to what was driving me over the edge.

The journey continues, and I promise I will not leave you waiting long. My next book is already on the app- PUNISHED BY HUSBAND, FORCED BY BIKER DADDIES . I am pouring everything into it — new voices, deeper silences, and perhaps a few answers to the questions this one raised. BLURB- My husband thought cheating would break me but he was wrong. I let him keep his lover… and took his pack and three alpha bikers wolves bound by loyalty and blood… and me... their human mate with a hunger for revenge.

"It's not fair?! Then it's not fair for you to force me to tell you my secret as well." "Wow." Quinnel said nothing as he looked between Ashley who was now looking hurt and her brother looking at his feet to Navaeh who was looking scared like she had thrown her last card on the table. "See? You can't tell me as well. See yah." Navaeh said turning on her heels. She had taken five steps when she heard, "She cheated." She froze for a second. Connie cheated on Ashley? With who? There was no one else that was a gay that she was aware of.

With that, I picked up my bag and strode away under everyone's shocked gazes. When I stepped out of the cafe, the sunlight was blinding. My phone vibrated with a message from James. [The offshore accounts have been traced. The fund flows are quite interesting—besides Wendy, a huge sum also went to an overseas casino.] I halted mid-step. So Cameron had not only cheated and transferred assets—he had also been involved in gambling. That made things even more interesting. That very evening, I received an invitation. It was to the industry's top-tier "Golden Architecture Award" gala.

Step by step, I lent him a helping hand to build the Donaldson family's empire. But somewhere along the way, the Donaldsons caught a serious case of the "new money syndrome". Maria and Harold shed their humility and began posing as aristocratic nobles. Every sentence they spoke revolved around the sacred words "the Donaldsons". They even tried to set rules for me. Still, I wasn't bothered because I only had eyes for Wayne. We were married for five years, and were the picture-perfect couple everyone admired. On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria.