Cheating Wife Comic Novels & Stories

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

An hour before the day ends Andrew leaves and I exhale a sigh of relief. Walking around the office again, I overhear a conversation between Becca and another female accountant. “I can’t believe the CEE was here today.” The accountant, Vicky, says. “He never comes here. I have only seen him twice, and I’ve worked here for five years. Both times were walking into the building, he has never come to accounting.” “He’s so handsome,” Becca says. I smile, my husband is handsome. “You don’t want anything to do with him. Rumor mill says he is married, but he cheats on his wife constantly. She’s so humiliated, she never leaves their house.” Vicky replies.

“Try anything with her and I’ll personally inform your wife of your extracurricular activities.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re so boring. Speaking of my wife, I better go back in before she comes looking for me.” My eyes widened. His wife was in the hotel with him and he wanted to cheat on her. Were all men cheats? How hard was it to keep it in their pants? Was sex that amazing? I opened my mouth to say something but Saint shot me a dark look, telling me to keep my mouth shut. Huffing, I crossed my arms against my chest and the man’s eyes dropped to my breasts. I’d forgotten how much attention they brought to me.

I made a thinking gesture tapping my finger on my temple. I gave him a sarcastic smile tilting my head, "Because I'm not your wife, right so technically you didn't cheat on me." _______________________________________________________________________________________

That touch had been nothing but comfort. I wasn’t the one who used to cheat on this marriage. “My wife is still working…” I was focused on my tasks when an annoyingly handsome man decided to become an uninvited distraction. Or... the kind of distraction I, actually, needed. “I guess she’s too busy to look at me,” he added from behind my desk. “The husband was being an asshole,” I replied flatly, not looking up, “which is why the wife was distracting herself before she choked him to death.”

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 beg your pardon?” “You’re a cheater.” “Excuse me?” What the hell was this woman talking about? “Oh, I heard your call. Little Miss Valentina or whatever you’re calling yourself. You’re cheating on that poor man.” “Mrs. Wilson, what are you talking about? And why would I cheat on my fiancé?” “Because you’re a whore.” “Whore?”

Evelyn's POV When I found out my husband was cheating on me with 8 women, I decided to get even. The breeze off Lake Como felt amazing. Maddie and I were stretched out on lounge chairs at Lido Villa Olmo, sunbathing while analyzing the profiles of Sebastian’s eight mistresses on my iPad. “Jesus Christ!” Maddie slammed her coffee cup down on the saucer so hard it clattered like a tiny drum solo. The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us.