Cheating Wife Story Novels & Stories

But I do. And it ticks every part of me off. I hate that I do but I can’t help it. My wife is busy having dinner with another man on a non-friendly basis and I cannot stomach that in. Any man living in this country must have seen her on tv the moment we got married, so this person is either daringly bold to carry on with this date after seeing her in person or just plain stupid. I’m sure it’s the latter. The audacity has me baffled.

She looked more pained “I know you are lying to me, so you better start talking!” The expression on Isabella’s face clearly stated that hell would break loose if her husband dared to tell her one more lie. Given his fake reactions, she wanted nothing more than to drown him in her anger. Seeing as things had gotten to this level, Gerald knew that he could not continue denying the truth that was right in front of their eyes, so he admitted the truth. “Fine! I cheated on you with my colleague and she is pregnant with my child. Happy?!” He revealed while flaring up.

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d

"My husband is a billionaire now. He can give me any amount of money I want. If I am going to suck a cock, it will be a billionaire's cock. Not yours." I chuckled. "I wonder what your billionaire husband would say if he saw a video of his wife getting fucked by another man." She froze. Her face went pale. "You are bluffing." I took out my phone. I scrolled through it slowly. "There were cameras all over that resort room. I could send a video to your husband right now." "If you do that," she said carefully, "your wife finds out you are cheating too." I shrugged. "That is not a big deal. I will always find a way to beg my wife. She loves me too much. She cannot live without me."

"He wants to say sorry for giving me divorce papers while I was recovering from surgery? For making me sign custody papers while I was still bleeding? For picking his mistress over his daughter's mother?" "He never picked Sophia," Victoria said. "The affair—it wasn't real. Sophia drugged him, took fake pictures, and lied. She ruined your marriage because she thought he'd be with her once you were gone. But he never was. He barely talks to her." I looked at Victoria, trying to see if she was lying. But I only saw desperation. It didn't matter. Even if she was telling the truth, it didn't change what happened back then.

“Nah! This is definitely some AI shit. I don't believe any of it. My wife can't do that to me,” I doubted them despite the multiple pieces of evidence that were presented on my desk. Somehow, I sensed an atom of foul play in everything they just said. It's difficult to accept that my wife could be cheating on me. If she could do that to Paul, then she certainly has been sleeping around with different men I am not aware of. When I got separated from my first wife and was going through a series of depression, Angela came into my life.

That was my duty, as his wife of ten years. When he came to, he just stared up at the ceiling for a long while, without making a sound. I peeled and cut an apple, then pressed a slice against the corner of his lips. At last, he stirred—but all he did was flinch aside, with a vehemence which suggested he was deeply upset with me. "You already knew, didn't you?" he hissed. "About what? That you lied about having late-stage cancer, in the hopes that I'd cede everything to you after we got divorced? Or perhaps you're talking about the mistress you've been keeping hidden at your mom's place—the one you knocked up?"

“If you can have a mistress… oh wait, sorry, a girlfriend since you initiated the open marriage, why can’t I have a boyfriend?” “Because you’re my wife!” he shouted, face red, hand slamming the table so hard the cutlery jumped. “And you’re my husband, Graham. My husband!” My voice cracked with fury. “But you’ve been cheating on me for years with your so-called cousin, only to use my inability to give you a child as an excuse to bring her into our home and humiliate me.” Lillian pushed back her chair with a screech, standing. “That’s enough! I’m not staying here to be insulted…”

My husband—the man who'd promised to love me forever—just called me a whore. "I would never cheat on you," I whispered, my voice breaking completely. "I love you. I've only ever loved you." "You already did!" He pushed past me into the bedroom, heading straight for the dresser. "You betrayed me. And you've been lying to my face every single day since." "I haven't! Sebastian, please, you have to believe me!" I followed him, stumbling over my own feet. "I'm your wife! Why won't you believe your own wife?"