Discovering My Husband's Betrayal, I Turned And Married Another Novels & Stories

However, I knew it was Lucas. “Damn you, Lucas! How could you hurt me like this? You didn’t even try to look for me!” I cussed deep inside my mind. Familiarity with my husband's hands was ingrained in me, and witnessing them entwined with hers inflicted a profound sense of heartache, mixed with feelings of betrayal and indignation. The question echoed relentlessly within me—how can my husband do this kind of betrayal to me? How could he break our vows and throw away our marriage?

“I couldn’t bring myself to. The thought alone…truly disgusting.” Alicia’s breath hitched. “We are married…for Christ sake!” she snapped, her voice finally cracking through. No matter what, she had signed that marriage certificate six years ago. Stanley laughed as though he was staring at a fool, Alicia could feel him gloating. “Married?” he repeated. “That certificate was fake.” “And the real one?” He glanced back at Evelyn. “That belongs to us.” Alicia’s heart shattered. She had only thought it was just cheating on her but nothing had prepared her for this.

my father added calmly as he stood, "prepare to face the consequences." "What consequences?" I asked. "That is not up for discussion," my stepmother snapped. "You have to understand that this family will not protect you anymore." Silence closed in. I straightened my back. "Then I refuse." My stepmother scoffed. "You are foolish." "No," I said quietly. "I choose myself." I walked away to my room, feeling angry and sad. I thought betrayal was the worst thing that night would bring, but I was wrong. It was a marriage I never chose.

He loved me. We made an oath. We got married, promising each other to remain loyal till death do us part. Why did he choose to do this? Why did he choose to betray me like this? It was supposed to be good news. My hands clutched my stomach. I was still contemplating on how to inform my husband about my pregnancy but his mistress was one step ahead of me. Slowly, I retracted my steps as light as I could away from the study room. If someone should ask me what my next action would be, confusion has sealed off my throat.

And now I’m going to have to make them believe I’ve fallen in love and married a man behind their backs. “Have we come to an agreement? We’ll discuss the state of our marriage after the holidays next year.” I think through his words. It’s a little over a year since it’s only October, but his reasoning makes sense. “Fine,” I answer with a bite to my tone. I still haven’t fully processed that this is happening. Last night, I’d gone to bed thinking I’d fallen for a man. This morning, I found out that same man betrayed me, and now I’m forced to marry another.

"I know you're probably going to miss seeing me, but I might have to leave the country for a few days, my love. I don't think I can stand being around her for too long, and I need to get away from her to get myself together. But I promise that as soon as I get back, you'll be the first person I'll visit." I felt the urge to throw up. That was how furious and disgusted I was. I didn't mind the idea of him having someone else in his life since he and I were not exactly a married couple that loved each other genuinely, but the fact that he had slept with me and then married me without mentioning that he had someone else in his life already made me furious. I already tasted what it felt like to

“You will need to visit my residence.” A pause. “That can be arranged.” We began. “You married two months after Aria filed for divorce from her husband,” he said, reviewing documents. “Yes.” “Your marriage is four months old.” “That is correct.” “How did this occur so quickly?” I folded my hands on the desk. “Her husband betrayed her,” I said. My voice remained even, but I could feel the memory under my skin, sharp, electric. “She walked into one of my clubs seeking distraction. She ended up in my suite.”

That I had fallen in love with him. That I am now, a devoted wife. And while he held me like I was his whole world, I was already planning how to orchestrate another betrayal.

I spent ten years wed to Jax, yet my marriage was nothing like the glamorous life everyone pictured. The first two years of our marriage went smoothly. But after I miscarried our first child unexpectedly in the third year, Jax’s true nature slowly came to light. He started fooling around with other women, hiding his affairs discreetly. Overwhelmed by shame, I never publicly accused my wolf mate of betrayal once I learned the truth. I covered for him instead. “Ten years. Twelve different women,” I muttered, laughing at how foolish I was to still keep giving him chances to repent. As at the third one who I found in our master bedroom with him, I should have realized that he was too far gone.

After I accidentally cut myself in the kitchen, he banned me from cooking altogether. With tears brimming in his eyes, he bandaged my finger and kissed the back of my hand. "Melina, you can't get hurt. It would break my heart." I once believed I was the happiest woman alive. Defying my parents' wishes to move to an unfamiliar city for him felt worth it. I had placed all my bets on our marriage, convinced James would never be like the men who strayed. But just when I thought I'd won that gamble, a devastating betrayal shattered my world. It happened five years into our marriage and 10 years into our love story.