Romans & histoires Cheating Wife Revenge

Well, I hope that it was worth your time and if it was, search for me on w*****d under the name - jumbledsymphony and you'll get my other stories. A preview of my ongoing story, Cheated on w*****d - Blissful marriage with a handsome man who loved her was all she ever dreamt of. Her heaven laid in his embrace. Little was she aware of his scandalous affair with the other woman. She thought he had her back, but he was cheating behind her back. Fire of his sins burnt her heaven. Hell hath no fury like that of a scorned woman. Now that she's reduced to rags, she has become fearless. She's in for a very twisted revenge. A very twisted one!

“Wow… didn’t see that coming.” “Yeah, I know. Not exactly the kind of thing anyone says on a normal day.” He chuckles. “No, definitely not. But why?” “I want to get back at my husband,” I say flatly. “I caught him cheating on me last week— in our bedroom. I want to do the same to him.” “Wow.” His gaze sharpens, drifting over me with new interest. “You’re bold. And I like it.” He lifts his glass, downs the last of his champagne, and sets it back on the table with a soft click. “Cash or transfer?”

Scott sneered again. “The fact that he cheated on me and got married even when I was hospitalized isn't enough for you, Mother?” Ariana asked, her eyes digging into her mother. Mrs. Scott kept quiet, yet her eyes were also fixed on Ariana, whose hands were tightly clasped into a fist. She could hear Ariana's edgy breath, yet that wasn't what she wanted to see. They were poor people and Rex was the key to living a more comfortable life, why would Ariana ruin it even if Rex cheated on her? Was she in the hospital because of the cheating too? How petty!

Kaevan suddenly stood, his chair scraping with a loud sound. "Because I didn't want you to see me like this!" he shouted, his voice louder than usual—a rare loss of control. "I didn't want you to know that I was a failed husband. That I pushed my wife into another man's arms. That I'm responsible for her death!" Silence hung in the room—tense, suffocating. Mrs. Helen slowly backed away, giving privacy—but Serena knew she must still be listening from behind the door. Serena stood too, facing Kaevan who now stood with labored breathing—as if admitting all this drained all his energy.

I pick up the pictures of Valeri and another man on the table with both of them all dressed up as if they are on a date, and they are looking at each other like love-struck idiots. “How dare these people think they can keep walking all over my family and treating us like crap,” I grumble as I pack the pictures with my fists clenched and my footsteps echoing in frustration at the discovery of my cheating wife.

When I didn't respond he continued, "Why are you here, Mrs. Kane?" I swallowed the boulder that was in my throat, "My name is Alina Moreau not Mrs Kane” He looked unaffected by my announcement, "That's not what I asked you. I'm a busy man. You have fifteen seconds." "I'm so sorry, sir," the receptionist stammered behind me, "I'll call security." "Shut up," he said coldly, not sparing her a glance, "Your fifteen seconds has started. One..." "My husband- I mean Victor - has been cheating on me with his secretary, and he tossed me away because he can't be with a whore," I spat, "I never wanted any of this and I thought I was saving the man I loved."

The numbness receded, replaced by a searing heat, a rage so intense it felt like my blood was boiling. Fiancé? When did that happen? After everything she’d said? After the way she’d looked at me? Had it all been a lie? Another manipulation? She’d played me. All along. She’d used my guilt, my desperation, my lingering love, to get what she wanted – revenge. And Campbell… he was just the tool she’d used to twist the knife. The pain was a physical thing, a jagged shard of ice piercing my chest. Love? Redemption? Hope? What a fucking idiot I’d been. Those words didn’t exist in their world. Only power. Manipulation. Betrayal.

He didn’t even bother to move away from her. “Cams,” Isabella said softly while pretending to be surprised. I couldn’t find the words to confront her. My throat was tight and my voice strangled by the betrayal that suffocated me. All I could do was stare at Gabriel and it was enough to break my heart into a million pieces. “How long?” I finally managed to choke out the question in a trembling voice. “Since when have you fucked my husband, Isa?” I demanded to know and she flinched at my inquiry.

“Wait, what??’’ Ethan stepped back, visibly disturbed. “Are you seriously saying I married you while I was blackout drunk? “That wasn’t a real marriage.” Jessica’s voice cracked. “Oh, so now it’s not real?”It still counts!” Olivia raised a brow. “Wow. Drunken dares and late night pastors? Charming. But here’s the thing, Jessica I’m legally married. You, at best, have a church memory of a marriage. So tell me… who do you think is the real wife?” Jessica glared. “You think you can walk in and take back the man I took care of while you ran off? As long as I’m still married in any way… I’m still his wife. We are both his wife. Welcome to hell, sweetheart.”

"Tell me about it. I didn't hear this gist." "After Forester's first wife died on the day his second son was born, he made his his mind not to be with another woman. He was so in love with her that he couldn't even see himself married to someone else," He wiped the second to the last dish in the sink and carefully placed it into the rack. "Seventeen years later, his children convinced him to get another wife, seeing he was getting lonely after they all left for college. So he got married to Daneesha Cummings. Everything seemed rosy at first but one of Greyson's kids found out she was cheating and told his father. Forester then realized he had made a mistake by not forcing her to sign a prenu