Danny D Cheating Novels & Stories

"Dad, Emily is still stuck in a meeting. She was worried about you being here alone, so she asked me to come ahead of her. She'll be here soon." Their casual conversation hit me like a knife to the chest. Emily really had cheated on me. Dad gripped my hand, his voice thick with regret. "Elias, this is my fault. I misjudged her. I should have picked someone better for you." I shook my head hard and squeezed his hand back. Then, looking at Leonard, I pleaded, "Leonard, let me take my dad out of here first." Just as Leonard was about to speak, Dylan shoved him aside and began punching and kicking me. "You shameless piece of trash! How dare you steal my wife! I'm going to beat you to death today

He said, really expecting me to help her, to help a cheater, a heart breaker. Never…! "Danny, If you are really craving that much into helping her, then go ahead and do it happily, and remember that your existence wouldn't matter to me anymore if I ever heard anything about her from your mouth again, " With that, I hang up, irritated yet super furious.

It was like he was being healed by warm water. "Thank you, Dylan. But I want to handle this on my own." The situation was not as simple as Dylan thought. A few reproachful words couldn't solve everything. Hearing this, Dylan didn't insist and watched as Danny walked out of the living room, letting out a sigh. Once Danny had left the room, he began to feel anxious. It seemed like the seven-year-long relationship had turned into a joke. Was this the first time the man had cheated, or had it happened many times before? Danny himself wasn't sure, but he knew that his heart felt constricted.

Danny said squeezing my cheeks like an old lady "But you'll be fine kiddo. So on other matters..... Did Ethan really cheat on you, did he not cheat on you... I need to know the whole story, so I know what I'm doing and to know the next step I'm gonna take" Danny said cracking her finger and I almost felt sorry for Ethan "It was probably the same dream I had that I thought you were... you know" I said looking down "Thank goodness, only God knows what I would have done to that kid" She exhaled

Only twice have we gotten personal: one being my shit-ass-drunk confession about my sister-in-law, the other was when Danny broke up with Dick-face. I’ve only ever seen Danny with one guy and that was last summer. He was a dick-face—professional-shirted dick-face with long sleeves and a tie even in the heat. Dressing down for him was taking off his suit jacket and leaving it in his car. The car was another problem, a sissy-assed Prius. I didn’t like him. Liked him even less when I found out he was a defense attorney. Not that Danny told me this. I saw his ad on television in the middle of a baseball game, with his big white teeth offering to help you with your DUI or personal injury case. Ye

Only twice have we gotten personal: one being my shit-ass-drunk confession about my sister-in-law, the other was when Danny broke up with Dick-face. I’ve only ever seen Danny with one guy and that was last summer. He was a dick-face—professional-shirted dick-face with long sleeves and a tie even in the heat. Dressing down for him was taking off his suit jacket and leaving it in his car. The car was another problem, a sissy-assed Prius. I didn’t like him. Liked him even less when I found out he was a defense attorney. Not that Danny told me this. I saw his ad on television in the middle of a baseball game, with his big white teeth offering to help you with your DUI or personal injury case. Ye

"You bastard!" I screamed, driving my fist straight into Teddy’s jaw with every ounce of rage I possessed. The impact sent him staggering backward before he crashed hard onto the pavement. “What the fuck!” he growled, clutching his face as he hit the ground. Payton stood frozen a few feet away, her eyes wide with shock. “Richard! What are you doing?!” she finally shrieked, her voice cracking. I turned on her, breathing heavily, my chest tight with betrayal. “I can’t believe this, Payton. You’ve been cheating on me this whole time… with your boss? How cheap can you get?”

He left too quickly. My phone buzzed almost at once. Suite 910. You brave enough to come? Or afraid to see how well we fit? I stared at the message. A challenge. I set my glass down calmly and stood. As I stepped out of the dining hall at the Don’s estate, I heard one of the men mutter behind me— “Damn. Zane’s got guts. Running a side affair with his wife under the same roof.” Laughter followed. I let out a quiet, humorless breath.

"Do you even know who he is? He's my husband—" "—He's Glen Gardner," Dora cut in, voice clear and steady. "And like I said, he's my boyfriend." The fire in Dora's eyes made me laugh before I could stop myself. Vanessa's face shifted. She forced a smile, desperate. "This is fake, right, Glen? Tell me it's fake." I looked at Dora. Clear eyes. Hope tangled with fear. I sighed, slid an arm around her shoulders. "You can see it for yourself. My girlfriend doesn't like me talking to other women. You should go."

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"