Romans & histoires Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married His Boss

“All this bitterness over a kiss? Be careful, Eva. Your insecurity is showing.” My jaw falls open. “You don’t see anything wrong with what you did? You kissed another woman while your wife was right there, watching?” “Wife, wife, wife!” he roars suddenly, “I’m so damn tired of you throwing that word in my face like it’s a weapon. I can’t do business because I have a wife? Is that it?” My vision blurs. My heart aches with a pain so deep I can hardly breathe. “You’re cheating on me, but somehow I’m the one being blamed?”

He repeated coldly. "Brandon, you cheated on me, brought in your mistress and you haven't slept in our bed for God knows how long. You put your hands on me today and now you want to stand here and act like a concerned husband?" Amara half screamed as her eyes glared at him so coldly he couldn't recognize her anymore.

“Let's end this.” I looked up at him, my heart pounding. “You're divorcing me, because you cheated?” Tears slipped from my eyes as I tried to fathom what was happening. I should have turned a blind eye to it as usual, I shouldn't have disturbed him. I should have kept quiet, acted dumb as usual and not been out of my league. Now what am I going to do if he truly divorce me ? How will I survive it!? “Don't start twisting things,” he said, his tone laced with coldness. “You've been useless since we got married. You can't even give me a child. My family was right about you.”

“You told me he was divorced, then I find out he still has a wife and children. What were you thinking? Is this the 'new project' you were talking about? Seducing your boss?” “I didn't seduce him! We fell in love, and he promised me he would leave his wife. He promised me he would marry me and we’d have a happy family.” I pressed my hand to my forehead. I didn't know whether to be angry or feel pity for what my daughter was going through.

He just wanted to kill someone to calm the anger and bitterness he was feeling inside. Bridget was angry when she heard his accusations. "Are you accusing me of cheating on you now? Did you forget that you are the one who cheated on me? Who knows how many women you've slept with for the past five years? Oh, you don't even consider it cheating since you were never really married to me in the first place. You can do whatever I want, but if I want to move on and find happiness for myself, it means that I am cheating on you?" Bridget could not understand this logic, and it was driving her crazy .

I couldn't bring myself to return to the bed that had been defiled by his cheating, so I sat at the reclining chair close to the swimming pool, far away from the ears of everyone. "Sorry, dear," she sympathised sorrowfully. "How could he do that two days to your marriage?" Her voice was laced with anger, her tone trembling with every word she said. "He's a bastard, a fucking cheating bastard," she raged more and for some unknown reason, I felt my chest tighten in anger. I so much wanted to hate him, but I couldn't. I still loved him. His hurting face still haunted me and I felt a million times unworthy of him even when he had been the one to have cheated.

I had to navigate a new reality—a marriage that began with betrayal. As the wife of the Campbell family, I poured myself into the business. With my PhD in Business Administration, I turned the company into a powerhouse, closing deals and making waves in the corporate world. Sebastian and I grew closer after our baby was born. For a time, it felt like we could make it work. But tragedy struck. We lost our baby. The grief was unbearable. It tore us apart. Sebastian withdrew, growing cold and distant. I threw myself into work, keeping the company afloat while he played the part of a successful CEO. In truth, he leaned on me for everything.

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

I yelled, shaking my head. Steven pulled out our old wedding photo and waved it at the crowd. "Look. This is our wedding. She's mine." "I found out he was cheating and divorced him two years ago," I said. The guy looked unsure. "You got proof?" I glanced at my busted phone on the ground. My stomach sank. Even if I did, I couldn't show it now. "My phone's dead. Please, just call my husband. His number is—" Steven cut me off. "Don't listen to her. She's calling her side piece to bail her out."

Less than two years after their marriage, her husband hooked up with his female boss. "My friend was six months pregnant, and she had to get an abortion because that scumbag wanted a divorce." "He was still a virgin when he married my friend back then. But, that didn't stop him from cheating. "After what happened to her, I realized that the number of a man's past relationships has absolutely nothing to do with his faithfulness." Vermont strongly agreed with her. "It's true that great minds think alike."