Cheating Wife Story Novels & Stories

He tried to explain, “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I saw her in the garden just now, and for some reason… her side profile reminded me of my late wife. I felt a strange tug in my heart.” Charlie frowned. Candice looked utterly confused. Even Edward and Denny fell silent. That one statement chilled the room. To an outsider, it sounded like James was a devoted man—a scholar-like gentleman mourning his lost love, never remarrying, still moved by a familiar silhouette. But everyone here, except Candice, knew the truth. He had cheated on his wife while she was pregnant, kept a mistress outside, and in the end, that mistress caused his wife’s death. Three lives, gone.

He'd been cheating on me this whole time, chasing thrills behind my back. However, what shocked me more was her next post. "And tonight I'm doing a home visit at their house. We'll be fooling around right under his wife's nose. Just thinking about it gets me excited!" The comments flooded in. "Holy shit, OP, that's disgusting. You're actually going to their house?" She replied quickly, "What do you know? He told me he never had feelings for his wife anyway. He only married her so she'd invest in his company.

He replied, returning the handshake, "we're just doing business.” Then, I called for Vickie, the only maid I trusted. Richard whispered in my ear as I called her. “So, uhh… did your fiancé like, cheat on you or something?” “I don't wanna talk about him,” I huffed, just as Vickie was approaching us, “I’m slightly better now and I don't want anything to ruin my mood until today is over.” “You called, ma'am.” Vickie bowed the moment she reached us. Without any delay, I explained to Vickie everything that happened but I didn't mention anything about Claire.

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us. “A secretary, a tennis coach, a nurse, a flight attendant, a college girl… This asshole’s cheating résumé is basically a job fair. What, did Sebastian grow his dick where his brain’s supposed to be?” “You wanna know how long I’ve known?” I asked. “How long?” “Three months.” I stared at the sunlight dancing across the pool and clenched my teeth. “And how long has he been cheating?” “No idea. Three months? A year? Two?” I gave a dry laugh. “Honestly, he might’ve been doing it before we even got married. And I still went ahead and married him like an idiot.”

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

Yet, she made me sign the divorce papers and walk away with nothing. “If regret alone were enough, prisons would be empty. “Krystal, it was over between us the moment you decided to cheat. Stay away from me.” As I turned to leave, Krystal threw herself in my path. “Ray, do you honestly think you’re without fault here? Why didn’t you tell me that I’m the one who can’t conceive? Why did you hide the fact that you’re family to Greene Apex from me?” Krystal yelled at me angrily, “Had I known, I would’ve cheated on you!”

He kept sniffing on my hair slowly until his tongue searched its way to my mouth, and he locked it deeply inside with mine. “Ah, fuck!” He exclaimed. “I missed a lot, to be honest.” He added, reconnecting back immediately. I stood there like a barbie doll, he had managed to scrutinized me from doing anything. My mind raced back to the very day, I caught him cheating on me with his lost but found ex-girlfriend. I tightened my lips immediately and pushed him away. “You've missed a lot because I'm no longer your wife, or it's sort anymore, please leave my house." I thundered, ordering him to leave my house immediately.

“Once again, Dr. Camilla Wesley is my lawfully wedded wife, while Nancy Albrecht is the manipulator who made me cheat on my wife with her and publish false stories about my wife just to have her way with me again. “I love my wife and I deserve every cold treatment she's giving me because of the mistakes I have made in the past, but all I want is a second chance with her.” The reporters typed frantically on their tablets and phones, eager to be the first to publish the bombshell revelation that would shake the interment for weeks. Some whispered to themselves, while some were asking different questions, leading to noises in the room. “Mr Caspain, are you saying, Nancy Albrecht's story is fake