Cheating Wife Story Novels & Stories

She thought to herself. No! She exclaimed, ' I could never cheat on my husband, I have never even thought of it. Weren't you listening? I was trying to abstain from having sex I didn't want story of any sort. I couldn't cheat on my husband he is very good in bed, if you think I got bored with him? Then you need to think again. He was very ready to give it to me at will. And he sure knows how to spice it up at every point in time.

My only concern was that she opened her eyes and joined forces with me. “Oh my goodness, I never felt this way before. I never could’ve imagined he would betray me like this,” she said, sobbing. I laughed again, feeling no sympathy for her. “Did you not hear anything I said? My husband is a chronic cheat. He’s never going to settle, never ever. That’s why I have been on my toes since he poisoned me and took me to the hospital and erased my memory. He’s a terrible man. I can’t believe why you would want to marry such a greedy and terrible man just because of money or other promises he has made you. If you know what’s good for you, I would really advise you to join forces with me so we can tak

"Elle, it’s been five years. Stop with this bullshit tears. Admit it, you cheated on me. I saw the texts and the evidence. There is no way you could have explained them." "I fucking told you I was framed, you prick. But, you didn't want to listen. You decided to trust a bitch who only wanted your money and position. A woman who called herself my best friend and also your wife, a woman you've known for years. Yet, you chose to listen to her instead of me, a woman who had given you nothing but unconditional love and support. You didn't even bother to ask for my side of the story. You just decided that it was me. What kind of man are you? Who would just decide to believe his cheating wife's sid

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

I needed a way out! It was official. My lovely wife just cheated on me, on the relationship she decided to keep alive, with none other than my grandfather! Maybe I deserved it!

Felicia’s question stopped the room cold. “What are you talking about?” Daven asked, brows furrowing in confusion. But there was an edge of anger in his voice, the kind that came from being accused of something he didn’t believe he’d done. “When did I ever cheat?” “Have you forgotten? Your first wife—Althea Grayson,” Felicia said with a sigh. “You cheated on her. Even though you didn’t want that marriage, you still went through it. You stood at the altar, made sacred vows to live and love each other forever.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

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.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.