Cheating Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

Calvin continued. "You cheated with your wife's sister, and you even have an illegitimate daughter. It's no surprise your wife would want to get revenge on you. If you're going to cheat, at least cover your tracks properly. You need to be more capable if you want to follow in my footsteps," Reynard mocked smugly. "You chose an idiot for a wife, so you have no one to blame but yourself," he added. The next second, a figure lunged toward him, and pain shot through his cheek.

It was everything I'd been bottling up for far too long, finally breaking loose. Staring at the ugly evidence on the screen and thinking of the good times Fred and I once had made me feel as if my heart were being carved open. The reporters stopped asking questions. They just quietly lifted their cameras and kept shooting, recording every second. They knew they already had tomorrow's front-page story. It was a real-life revenge drama about a long-suffering, resilient wife publicly tearing apart a cheating husband and his mistress. It was guaranteed to blow up.

I repeated in a whisper. I felt his hand on my back, softly at first, then stronger when I didn't pull away. “Yes, beautiful. Revenge.” His hand moved down to my waist, where there was an opening in my dress, and I shivered when I felt his bare hand on my skin. “You should reciprocate, don’t you think?” “Are you telling me to cheat on my husband?” I whispered. I gasped softly when I felt his hand slip lower. “No, beautiful. I’m asking you to reciprocate.”

I gasped, feeling offended by her accusation. “That’s not true! That’s not what I’m planning at all!” “Then why do you want me to help you catch your husband cheating? What’s in it for you?” She asked suspiciously. I sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t believe me if I told her the truth. The truth was that I wanted revenge. I wanted to make my husband suffer for betraying me. I wanted to expose him in front of everyone and humiliate him like he had humiliated me. But I couldn’t tell her that. She would think I was crazy or pathetic or both. So I lied.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I fucked up badly. I’ve been cheating with my secretary for months. It was stupid, selfish, and the biggest mistake of my life. You’re the only woman I’ve ever truly loved. Please… forgive me. Let me make this right.” I stood there frozen, still feeling another man’s cum leaking into my panties. The twisted satisfaction I felt was almost sickening. Here was my husband, the man who had betrayed me, begging on his knees while I carried the evidence of my revenge inside me. “Show me how sorry you are,” I said coldly, my voice surprisingly steady. Richard didn’t hesitate. He crawled forward, pushed my dress up around my waist, and buried his face between my legs like a des

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

She yanked Lucy back by her hair, causing her nipple to come out of Vince's mouth with a pop. "Aah!" Lucy wailed as she flattened on the desk on her back. "JASMINE!" Vince thundered angrily as he pushed her away. Jasmine staggered, barely holding herself together. With tears burning in her eyes and the image of her husband cheating on her with his stepmom burning into her memory— she took a step forward and connected a slap with his face. "HOW DARE YOU!" Jasmine shrieked. Her shoulders sagged under the weight of pain she was feeling. She gritted her teeth and tried not to give in under the weight as she eyed her husband, who was still smirking bitterly at her.

“So fucking wet. This married pussy is begging to be fucked right in front of your husband.” I was grinding back against his hand like a whore. Mark shot up from his chair. “That’s enough! Get the hell out of my house!” I turned my head, breathing hard, eyes glazed with lust, and looked straight at my cheating husband. “It’s just a massage, Mark. If you can’t handle watching another man touch your wife, then you can go sit in your study like you always do when you’re avoiding me and my needs.” Mark’s face burned with humiliation and rage. He stormed off, slamming the study door so hard the walls shook.

she started and I was surprised by what she said. "W-What?" I did not fully understand what she told me. "Cheat on him and let him find out or let him see that you cheated, then divorce my son." I'm confused right now but the only thing I understand is she wants me gone. "Why? Why would I do that to my husband?!"

"Yeah...I'm feeling great." "I'm sorry that you had to watch all of that. I just couldn't handle it anymore and had to tell the truth. Ashley always gets into my nerves. Acting like a good wife and fiancee to my brother, but behind all that she is a scheming witch. I did my best to research and investigate of your situation years ago." Veena smiled. "Thank you for the help, Mr. Sullivan. However, I am capable of exposing my family's lies and taking my revenge. You had to ruin my fun."