Did Ant Cheat On Christina Novels & Stories

"Now I'll need you to be honest. Tell us who you sold the secrets to." I clenched my teeth and gave her a defiant glare. "I sold it to no one! This is an unfounded accusation!" Queenie slammed her foot into my belly. I curled up in agony, and sweat poured like rain. "Someone's tough." She went down and clamped one of my fingers with the pliers. "Now are you going to talk?" I kept my lips closed. There was no way I would submit to these people. Anthony's patience was running thin. His eyes held nothing but disdain. "Spill it out, Christina. You know how much I hate traitors."

His knees trembled. "Jake, you can't smear my daughter just because you don't want to remarry her. She'll get married again someday." "Then take a look and see if I'm smearing her." I had saved all the videos and voice messages Stan sent from Christine's account. After Ken watched them, his blood pressure spiked, and his head spun. Christine froze, stammering, "W-We were already divorced then. Stan and I were dating normally. That's not cheating!"

the confidence I’d been faking for the last hour shattered into a million jagged pieces. The memory of the altar hit me again, though—me standing alone at the altar, waiting, Rider’s Beta bringing the phone to me and Rider telling me through the phone that he couldn't attend our mating ceremony because Seraphina had sprained her ankle. And the ultimate betrayal of catching them in bed, my mate buried deep into another woman while the rest of the pack waited at the pack hall to witness our mating ceremony. It was too much. I dropped my cutlery, my eyes downcast as the tears finally threatened to spill over.

I knew I could no longer maintain a relationship with those two kind elders. I turned toward Jeremy and said in a cold and unwavering voice. "Jeremy, I didn't betray this wedding. You did. You were the scumbag who rolled around with your mistress on our wedding bed! "And do you really want me to describe all that liquid on the sheets? You really do play dirty, don't you?"

On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria. When he sobered up, he immediately knelt before me, crying as he apologized. "I swear I'll cut off all contact with her…" I trusted him until a year later, when I ran into him and Valeria during a routine gynaecological checkup. Valeria clung to his arm, and they were holding a baby, looking like the perfect family of three. I never imagined Wayne would lie to me and keep seeing her behind my back, much less expected them to have a baby together.

Rita revealed and I stopped what I was doing to look at her, my eyebrows raised. "What kind of dirt? Hope y'all didn't create some sort of dirt just to get Christian and I together because that will just be plain low." I folded my hand across my chest and looked at Rita skeptically. "As much as I would have loved to do that, that's not the case here, Makaila. We found real dirt. Bethany has been cheating on Christian." Rita revealed and I sighed in response, closing my locker. "So was Christian. He was cheating on her with me. He has kissed me three times now." I told her and began to walk away. She groaned and followed behind me, trying to match my pace.

I asked both of them and non of them in particular. Antonio stood frozen in his work clothes and briefcase hanging loosely from his right hand, and his black coat on his left. He had just returned from work. "Get off me," Antonio looked down at Samantha instead of answering me. "Samantha?" I called her out. She looked angry, and her eyes were bloodshot with tears. So this is how she decided to play her game? "Dan is cheating, and Sewa knows about it," Samantha cried. I rolled my eyes at her feeling disgust for her crawl up my skin. She's talking like what she's been doing isn't cheating too.

Assistant: “Sir, I can't! I’ve been trying!” Out of desperation, Antoine grabbed the laptop and threw it on the floor. However, it did not break or turn off. The screen then showed bank transfer proofs from Antoine’s account to his mistresses. The presentation had labels and names, showing exactly who was involved with him. Lines flashed on the screen: [Antoine and Sabine Bellamy are in an open marriage. No love. No real commitment. Simply cheating.] Yet again, Antoine tried to destroy his laptop. He kicked it repeatedly and even removed the battery, but the video kept playing.

"You should stop changing the subject, Madison—we're talking about the bastard you're carrying in your belly right now. "You see, the records in the notebook have made it clear that you only slept with Anthony three weeks ago, but the ultrasound says you're six weeks along. Who exactly is the father of the child, Madison?" I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp pain helping me hold onto my last shred of composure. I stared directly at Anthony, who was standing behind Emily, and asked, "Do you not believe me too, Anthony? Do you think I've been cheating on you?"

She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy. Lucas actually believed in such a weak fabrication. Since then, I knew that our daughter, Gracie Anderson, and I were no longer important to him. It was late at night. Anna wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered seductively, “Lucas, you’re so good to me.” Lucas hugged her back and said softly, “I owe you this much.” He allowed her hands to slowly slide beneath his clothes. Rather than recoil, he reciprocated her actions I turned to look the other way.