Cheating Vs Cheating Novel Novels & Stories

Larissa’s Pov “Are you fucking serious?!” I hissed. A short laugh bubbled through the speakers. “Sorry, but this is the only thing that I can come up with, and you know how I am with abortion, not the best thing to see right now,” she said. I ran my hand over my face, “Lennie, I am a married woman who fucking did a stupid thing by cheating on her husband, you don’t really think that…” “It isn’t cheating if he said he wants an open marriage,” she cut in.

For the next few days, Lisa stopped with the blatant insults. Instead, she switched tactics, staging run-ins, and happened to forget things behind. For example, I found a faded custom necklace pendant engraved with "L&L" in my locker of the training grounds I frequented. At the seat I usually took in the library, an old poetry book was left there, opened to a specific page, with a bookmark tucked inside. On the back were the words, "Got this with Leo."

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo

Steven was going to ask the same question, but he decided against it. "I was going to tell you tonight baby, Mum called and she needed to see me urgently. So I asked Steven to wait behind, so we could both leave together." The words came flowing freely from David's mouth, and Raya bought every single one of them. Steven could never understand why lying seems so difficult for him, but to some, it's just a word or two. Why would David want to go back home with him? What is David planning? He can't possibly leave his pregnant wife, she needs him. This is all his fault. Shame and guilt consumed him that very moment, and he found his feet carrying him back to his bedroom Head down in utter disdai

I rubbed my temples and sighed loudly, tapping my fingers on the armrest. Why was she even bothered about being seen with me ‘cheating’. Half of this so-called elite had secrets of their own too, one I knew too well. But they were also master hypocrites, pointing fingers at people when they themselves had done something worse. But Anya was different. She was good. I’d known that since high school. It made sense that the idea of cheating unsettled her. Too bad her husband was a bastard who didn’t deserve her. Then again, neither did I. Still, I’d rather burn the world down than let her be someone else’s plaything.

I was taken aback when I found myself guffawing aloud. He inquired with an interested tone, "What's the matter?" I confronted him with this question while pointing to the floor next to him and exclaimed, "Did you just hum'my darling'?!!" He gave a few quick blinks of his eyes before erupting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "yeah. I guess I did." I rolled my eyes and let out a snort of laughter at her response. "It's so cheesy that I can almost smell the cheesy romance novel it comes from!" "It's so corny that I can almost smell the cheese!"

Finally, Lacey had no choice but to instruct Adrian to go. "Adrian, go buy me a box of birth control pills. We might need them tonight." ... Adrian's clenched fists cracked at the knuckles. Not a single person in this group had a shred of decency. He had seriously underestimated Lacey. They had known each other for three years, and she had always struck him as the picture of innocence — a sweet, well-behaved girl. She used to say that cheating was the one thing she despised most in this world. But her mouth said one thing while her heart believed another.

The day I find out I'm pregnant, I also discover my husband is cheating on me. To think that Brock Emerson, a celebrated OB-GYN, is sleeping with his own protegee, Wendy Blair! I strip Wendy's clothes off in front of the entire hospital, humiliating her for everyone to see. After that, the staff group chat turns into a daily betting pool on whether I'll show up to cause another scene. When Brock pulls me off the balcony railing yet again, he drops to his knees. "I've already had Wendy transferred. What happened that day was just an accident. You're all I care about." I give Brock two choices—either he sends Wendy to prison, or he signs the divorce papers. He personally submits evidence o

"I do not care what excuses you have. You knew exactly what you were doing, and so did he." Ryder, his face now ashen, tried to step between them, but Grace shoved him aside. "You do not get to explain anything, Ryder! I am done with your lies. Done with you." “Once a cheater is always a cheater.” Zazu, casually leaning against the table, picked up one of the tiny dick shaped pastries, inspecting it with amusement. "Well, this feels weird," she said, biting the head off. "But I am imagining it’s Brooks' family jewels and just going to town on it." She chomped down harder, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she looked right at Brooks, who stood stiffly beside Jennifer, his face a mask of