Cheating Wife Story Novels & Stories

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

There were some whispers in the crowd but they were nothing more than that, just whispers. Too add more flair to her story, she stops moving around like she'd been doing while the story was lighthearted. "That midnight, I got home by one in the morning and met my husband, Charles in bed with another woman..." There was a collective gasp. "This other woman had been introduced to me during the wedding as a distant cousin of his, so she'd been family..." Another gasp, even louder than the last. Bethany takes a deep breath. "That wasn't the worst, oh not at all. But it turned out she was not a distant cousin but she's my husband's second wife."

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR HUSBAND OF FIVE YEARS CHEATS ON YOU WITH ANOTHER WOMAN? NOT JUST ANY WOMAN—HIS COUSIN. What do you think would be the most natural reaction for a woman to have? Cry? Scream? Turn her back and walk away? Or maybe jump on the both of them and beat their asses? Maybe you would choose one of those. Maybe you would think that’s what I would do. But I didn’t.

Jhonia walked over to the single couch and sat down. "I knew something was wrong but I never paid attention to my husband and you didn't pay much attention to him, because he made you feel as if everything was okay when it wasn't. His father began cheating on me, the second half of the first year of our marriage. I was hurt. I didn't know what to do. So one day I went to his office and he wasn't there so I went to a house his parents once owned. There he was beneath her, enjoying the warmth of her. I left before he or she could notice I was there, unlike with you I was actually married to him. So I told him I needed a divorce. He has sworn to never see or meet with her again, after two years

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

She’s the only relative left I know that I could count on after my parents left. “I was accused of cheating on my husband.” I finally uttered those words I refuse to accept. And I could see that even aunt Lou felt the same simply looking at her facial expression. She could hardly believe it coming from me either and of course, I couldn’t possibly blame her for thinking that way. She knew that I was not the type of person capable of such an act. I could never betray the Montefalco’s let alone cheat on Justin. God knows how much I love my husband, even though he was always neglecting me over his mistress.

" I knew Zachary might not listen to the things I said no matter how much I lectured him, so I stood up and got ready to leave. "The reason why your wife is cheating so 'blatantly' on you is because she doesn't want the family that you've built anymore. It doesn't matter if the husband or the wife is the one making the mistake—no one can truly hide their affair flawlessly. "Your wife knows this principle very well. She said she should have the resolve to take responsibility for the mistake she's committed.

I found the evidence in my own car. A red lace thong that didn’t belong to me. Dried semen stains on the backseat. And the fishy smell my eleven-year-old son complained about. That same night I learned the full truth: my husband had been fucking my best friend for months. The woman I trusted with my child. The woman my son now called “Mom.” I had given up my career, my body, my entire self for this marriage. He repaid me by calling me boring. Dry. A dead fish in bed. I was still shaking when Christian found me. My best friend’s husband. The man I almost chose years ago… before everything went south. He looked at the ruins of my life and

First she cheats on her husband and then she tells him in the evening. Was that how it was done? Do wives just cheat on their husbands and then tell them like it was not a grave sin? I may have been young, but I still understood a few fundamental rules of relationship and marriage. Manfred didn't seem so horrified. On the contrary, he smiled at her in surprise and was suddenly very close to her. "What? You've got him again?" "Yes, when you left the house this morning, I was so horny I just couldn't resist" she whispered to him. She could feel the excitement of the story "How did you do it with him? I hope you remembered that Andreas is also visiting."