Cheating Wife Comic Novels & Stories

Yeah right, she was supposed to believe a man who was married and still slept with her. “Luca, you cheated on your wife with me, don’t be lying to my face,” She warned. “I don’t have a wife, I am not cheating on anyone,” “You literally came here to fight me for sending the photos of your family which includes your wife to someone, now you are lying that you don’t have a wife? I can’t believe you, Luca, why are you such a liar? Do you know how bad it was for me while you were away? I found that room, saw your smiling wife and kid, and felt like hell, I felt like the worst person on earth and have been beating myself up for letting what happened between us happen, and on top of that, I had to

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"My husband is a billionaire now. He can give me any amount of money I want. If I am going to suck a cock, it will be a billionaire's cock. Not yours." I chuckled. "I wonder what your billionaire husband would say if he saw a video of his wife getting fucked by another man." She froze. Her face went pale. "You are bluffing." I took out my phone. I scrolled through it slowly. "There were cameras all over that resort room. I could send a video to your husband right now." "If you do that," she said carefully, "your wife finds out you are cheating too." I shrugged. "That is not a big deal. I will always find a way to beg my wife. She loves me too much. She cannot live without me."

She's beautiful. "Are you talking to me?" I ask her. "Yeah, I see the way you've been looking at her. I know that look. Do you like her?" I laugh and rub my neck nervously, a little embarrassed. "Well... Funny thing is she's my wife." "Oh." She says a bit surprised. "Your wife?" "Yeah. I think she's trying to make me jealous on purpose, I don't know, I just don't understand." "Oh, it's that kind of night. I totally understand. You see that man over there?" She says, pointing up to a man sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three girls. I look up and see the man. He looks expensive.

“This man is my ex-husband, and this pregnant woman over here is my husband’s mistress before we were divorced. The day my house was on fire, which was also the day of the anniversary of our still-born daughter, was the day that he spend her time with his mistress—playing with her pussy and blowing my husband’s cock. I am telling you this so that you’ll keep an eye on your girlfriends, wives, husbands, and boyfriends that these two will never steal them away from you, as they've done to me. Perhaps if there is an award for the cheaters of the year, these two would probably be worthy of that god-damned prize. That’s all and thank you for your attention.” Wisdom then walked away straight into

Zephyr asks, and the bastard has the nerve to look strong even though we all know he’s a pussy with a freaking low tolerance for pain. “Yeah, yeah… I’m fine.” He lies through gritted teeth, trying to play it off even as his pants soak through and his skin probably blisters underneath. Pathetic. I nod, my smile not faltering as I keep my gaze on his wife. “Sorry about that, the bowl just slipped right out of my grip.” I say, but I’m not sorry. Not even a little. The smile on Marian’s face, and the delight she takes in her cheating husband’s pain, makes my move worth it. If anyone deserves to be called stupid, it’s her husband.

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

"The only reason why I haven't slapped you yet is that you're my elder sister, but if you push me, I promise that I won't fucking hold back..." Alexa sends a hot slap to his cheek before he can finish his statement. "You're going to slap me because of that bastard? That gold digger that also wants your money? Why the fuck are you so blind? Do you think that she so much loves you? Wake up, Alex... Fucking wake up," Alexa says again, but he scoffs. "A gold digger? A bastard? You don't call my wife names in my presence, Alexa. Don't fucking push me, please," He snaps at her again, and scoffs.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

“Go ahead then. Just say it. What is it? You want a divorce?” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” he said quickly, almost panicked. “Why would you go there? That’s the last thing on my mind. I want you back, Monique. I love you. You’re my wife.” I stared at him. “It didn’t look that way.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” “It didn’t look that way when I walked into what I thought was our house and found you with another woman. When I saw her pictures where mine used to be. When I saw my curtains gone, my colours erased. You didn’t just cheat, Ryan. You replaced me.”