Cheating Wife Story Novels & Stories

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…”

He drove to the mansion, throughout the ride he didn't speak a word to her, every time she sighed, he glanced at her and shook his head. He parked the car in the car park, Charlene got down from the car before he could and opened the door for her. Both of them walked in. When Kathleen saw her, she was heartbroken. She rushed to her and engulfed her in a warm embrace. “Ah, Charlene.” She hugged her tightly, but she never responded. “You scared the living hell out of us, Charlene. We were so worried when we couldn't reach you. What happened?” She stared squarely into Kathleen's eyes and then started the episode. “He cheated. I caught him with his ex-wife.” She wept.

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

The happiest day of my life would be. "Quiet? Of course, why wouldn't you be? Your lover has been found dead, and you were with him the night before. Hmm, so complicated. Even the police would be cautious of how they would question you around me since it involves a man you constantly spent the night with. What a cheating wife. That would be the words buried in their mind as they question you. Their eyes will keep meandering the house, wondering why you would cheat, and when they leave, they will talk between themselves and say women can never be satisfied. Pitifully, that is nothing but the truth."

Getting the money, he handed me and kept it inside my pocket. “I cheated with my wife,” he commenced. “I don’t know how I did it but… my love for her fade away. The spark has been put out,” he paused, looking at me with teary eyes. “Now, I impregnate his sister,” I literally gasped out. Never have I ever heard this type of story personally, but now here I am. “Oh my, God, Sir,”

“I just came in this evening. And you… you won’t believe what happened. What I found in my house.” “What happened?” she asked gently. The tears wouldn’t stop. “It’s Ryan. He’s cheating,” I whispered. “He’s been cheating on me for years. He brought his mistress into our house. He has a four-year-old daughter…”

She shook her head. I could not believe she was the one telling me this when her husband had cheated on her numerous times, I mean even when she was pregnant, he had cheated with another woman and ended up with a bastard son. She was only a trophy wife, the woman that Emmett Stetson kept by his side only for public appearances and to keep face.

Anderson was still fighting with his wife. Talia’s world came crumbling down when she caught her husband cheating on her with his mistress. She had always thought that he’d remain faithful to her and their marriage, even though he secretly had feelings for another lady. Never had she thought that he’d be this filthy and sleep around with someone else. Both he and his mistress knew no shame at all. He might as well have had another family on the side. At the next moment, an ashtray was hurled above his eyes.