Cheating Wife Comic Novels & Stories

The scene cut to an interior to show her entering and off to the side was a tall, well-dressed man with his pants down around his ankles as he drove himself into the ass of a pretty Hispanic woman in a maid's outfit. The socialite paused and shot a look of disgust at the man who was probably supposed to be her husband. "The cheating husband! Of course!" Trish called out. "Fucking the staff and she's not happy about it." Ben assumed that as well from her expression. "Fuck! He's really going to town on that poor girl's ass," she mumbled, and Ben glanced at her. The main actress said some bitter things to her husband who continued to pound until he pulled out and finished on the maid's ass.

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

"It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!" "Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, babe, you can toy with him however you want." The couple laughed as they walked into the dream home that should've been mine. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. I stood in the dimly lit stairwell, feeling as though I had plummeted into an ice pit. How dare they? They cheated on me, humiliated me, and plotted against me behind my back! Did they think I couldn't do anything to them?

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

No affectionate words, no gestures showing love. Is that just her nature, or is that how a wife in the Lee family is supposed to act? If a wife has to do that to win over her cold-hearted husband, I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to be 50 and acting like a young woman who’s head over heels for her workaholic husband. Good thing I want to get out of this marriage. "Anyway, Dad, about Monteverde—" Damian's father leaned forward. His mother stopped resting her head on him. She smiled and shook her head.

Patricia stared at the glowing phone screen. The message refused to disappear. I miss you Then the second one. When will you tell your wife the truth? Outside, thunder rolled across the skies of Nakuru, shaking the windows of the small house. Her hands trembled. No. There had to be an explanation. Alex wasn't perfect, but he couldn't be cheating. Could he? For eight years, Patricia had defended him against everyone. Against her mother. Against her sister Alison.

"And you are…?" Grayson opened his mouth. "I'm her husband…" "Her husband?" The nursing student's voice cut like glass. "Do you know her child could have been saved? When she was brought in, she was covered in blood! And she chose to give up the baby—signed the abortion consent and divorce agreement with hands soaked in it!" The nursing student's eyes flashed with anger. "Sir, I don't know what happened between you two, but as a husband, you have failed her completely."

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments. However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me. There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona. I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone. Perhaps I was mistaken. I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me. For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.