Cheating Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

I stayed silent for a second. “I’m not lying, Dadi.” She leaned forward slightly. “You married her for revenge, didn’t you? She looked pale… not like a bride. Something is wrong.” She always sees too much. I forced a calm expression. “Dadi, we got married a month ago. Why would she look like a new bride?” But she wasn’t distracted. “Tell me the truth. You married her for revenge, didn’t you?” I clenched my jaw. “No.” A lie. Then she said something I wasn’t prepared for.

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?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reign. But we already confirmed that the woman in the CCTV footage was your wife, and she planned it all along." Shock and disbelief gripped William. "No... It can't be. Tessa would never..." The chief, manipulated by Mrs. Reign, continued his charade. "And it's true that your wife, Tessa, was with another man. She was seen by some people with a man together with your kids. I don't want to say this, but your wife has been cheating on you and stealing your family savings." William's world crumbled with each fabricated revelation. He staggered back, the weight of the false truths hitting him like a tidal wave. "This can't be happening. Tessa would never do this. There's somethi

The most important element in my quest for revenge. She laughs, bitter. “Not in this dress, I’m not.” I thought as much. She thought it was just a joke. 'Then take it off.' I had told her. The words leave before I think them through. Not out of lust. Out of fury. At the thought of her wearing what they gave her. Wrapping her in silk that smelled like Grandmother’s poison. To me, it felt like mockery. How could they give my wife something that isn't worthy of the wife of Damien Lancaster to wear? I tell her we’ll burn it. That she’ll only wear what I give her from now on.

His head lowered, his hand clenched, he stood rigid. Eyes looked at each other, and the heels started to spun to leave the couple's personal space. Someone patted his shoulder in sympathy. The man appeared helpless thanks to his cheating wife. Boom*** His rage high up and hand landed on her right cheek. He slapped his wife. Stunned. People rooted to the ground. "You, cheating whore." He cursed shaking like a leaf. She stood there holding her hot cheek. Tears rolled down from her eyes. He raised his hand once more, this time stopping in the middle.

"Listen very well because I do not intend to repeat it again, I will never go with you anywhere, before taking your hand and agreeing to what you ask of me I would rather be thrown into boiling oil or buried alive. Even if you beg on your knees or walk miles away like this, I will never leave even around the corner, now go away I don't plan to talk to you anymore, for my part this subject is more than closed." I stand up with my ego shattered, I never imagined that Melek, my tender wife, would do something like this to me, however, I know I deserve it, all her indifference was caused by me, no one else. I should never have trusted my grandmother's stupid plan, I should have found another way

The pause before Nancy grasped it was absolute cinema. “Does that mean she cheated? She cheated! Celeste you're such a whore! Now everyone will know how much of a cheater you are! Wait till I tell everyone—” Cheater? That word echoed over and over in my head, watching her stand there, doing the very thing with my husband, and my fists clenched. My legs moved and I reached her, then my palm met her cheek before I registered what I did. I had never hit her before. She just had to get me out of character.

He had felt wronged because she had told him she held no grudges against him but now it seemed like she had planned her revenge. The woman seemed not to care nor bother. She had been obsessed with retaliating the cheating she had experienced from her partner. She felt it perfect if he were to know how she felt when she found out he cheated, and this had led them into a huge argument without remembering that their child had been in the car with them, listening to their conversation. The arguments continued and in an angry moment, his father had turned to stare at his wife who had said something nasty to him. His attention has shifted in that moment and unfortunately, his car ran off the lane

"Two or three martinis seemed to have quite a bonding effect on both of us, though." "So, she shared secrets, too?" he said as he slid his hands down and took two handfuls of luscious, wet ass. "She sure did. Which is how we got to your birthday present proposition," she replied grabbing his ass, too. "It seems she caught her husband cheating so she wants revenge sex."

- Imagine a handsome, intelligent man sucking on your wife's beautiful breasts. My fist slams harshly on the office table, startling everyone. - That will never happen! I will never allow it! I will kill anyone who lays their hands on her! - And why? You did it! - It's not the same, I'm a man! - And what's the difference? Imagine she decides to take revenge? That she decides to give you back what you gave her? I start to go crazy just imagining her cheating on me! It can't happen! It mustn't happen! Damn it, what have I done?