Cheating Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

"James, please… tell me the truth." James pulled away from her, his expression cold and distant. "I said it’s nothing, Paulina. Stop being paranoid." But Paulina couldn’t shake the dread that filled her heart. Was her husband cheating on her?.

Why did I think everything changed after his confession of love—another lie? He cheated on me with my sister. I felt no anger towards her, no surprise, no emotion whatsoever. I had stopped having any emotions towards her years ago. I wasn’t even surprised she chose to sleep with my husband. Nothing she does surprises me. I saw Ryan’s figure emerging from the house through my rearview mirror. No. Not again. I don’t want to hear his lies again. I’m done. I reversed out of the driveway, his shouts of my name echoing in my wake.

“I have every right! I’m your wife. And your whore gave me the evidence I need. You call her your coworker, and I call her a home wrecker!” “You have a wild imagination.” “You think I’m blind? You think because I’ve been a stay-at-home wife these past few years, I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I know what I saw tonight. “What you saw is what happens when I close a successful deal. I celebrate!” “You went to celebrate by cheating with another woman when your marriage is hanging by a thread! That’s so smart of you, Blake.” “I can’t believe how you are twisting something so innocent around and making it dirty. What do you really want here? To push me away even further?”

Once inside, Natasha’s fingers flew over the keyboard like a skilled pianist, the rapid tapping creating a rhythm in the otherwise quiet room. “Are you seeing this?” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Look at this!” I quickly leaned over her shoulder, staring at the screen, my mouth dropping open in shock. “His wife is cheating on him?” I whispered, my voice thick with surprise. The video showed Emmanuella, his wife, clearly in the act with another man in their living room. For a moment, I almost felt something resembling sympathy for Gabriel. Maybe I should just let go of my plan for revenge and move on with my life, pretending I never met him.

“Because I know it was love.” He started touching things around the office, papers, the edge of the desk, a pen...like he owned the place. It irritated me. It felt deliberate. Like he was trying to provoke me. “You,” he said suddenly, turning toward me, “look like a vindictive woman.” I raised a brow. “After you found out about Ryan cheating and having kids outside of your marriage, you went all in on revenge. And what better way than his own brother?” My expression didn’t change, but inside, I was stunned.

“In short: I’m not obedient enough.” She rolled her eyes so hard it was audible. “And he has the audacity to say that?” I stared down at my cup, swirling it slowly, my voice softening. “I haven’t even exposed his cheating yet. But he’s somehow comfortable enough to turn around and expect me to play along, like some perfect wife-and-mother act.” Maddie clicked her tongue. “Wow…sounds like you can’t even survive a day like that. So…how’s your revenge plan coming along?”

"It was always abuse. I just couldn't see it." "Or you're lying?" "Objection!" Jennifer's voice sharp. "Sustained." Schaffer leaned on the witness box. "Ms. Winters, isn't it true that you're angry Flynn chose Sienna first? That this is revenge?" "No." "You're not angry?" "I'm angry he drugged me. I'm angry he used me. I'm angry he's responsible for Gloria's death. But this isn't revenge. This is justice." "Sounds like revenge to me."

she said across the kitchen table, "I want you to find me one of your black friends who would be willing to be videotaped fucking me in my ass." I looked at her like she was crazy; "This is a joke, right?" "No joke little brother, just plain old revenge." Martha had caught her husband cheating on her, not just once but several times, and each time he had begged forgiveness and promised never to do it again. The last time, however, he'd gotten caught doing it in the marital bed. Martha intended to punish Bill in the most humiliating way she could think of, by letting a black man fuck her; no, not just fuck her, but fuck her in her ass and tape it so she could show him the video.

"You don't want revenge? You don't want to find a knife and try to kill the man who took your mother away from you?" Her eyes glossed over, a thin veil of tears, but she didn't cry. She swallowed hard, her throat working as she fought for composure. She looked so much like Valeria that it made my blood boil. "Remo said... he said she knew what it meant to cheat on you," she stammered, her voice catching on the words. "He said she knew the stakes, but she didn't care. He told me that she said... she’d rather die than be your wife."

’’ he chuckled, and the line went dead. The phone dropped to the bed, and I heaved a deep sigh, knowing what would come next. Still, now that I know, I was going to rewrite my destiny because not everyone gets a second chance, and this time, I intend to put myself first and get revenge on my sister and ex-husband, who had murdered me in the future.