Divorced My Cheating Husband Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

She jumped from one bed to the next with several men during those times he was not around, revealing her true color whenever she moaned in pleasure. Even when they were already married, she was still doing it—cheating. He didn’t know where he lacked to even experience such a thing from her. Whatever she wanted, she would get it. Gideon tolerated all of her caprice and gave her even his time when he was on vacation. But it seemed like she still wasn’t satisfied with him because she found comfort in another guy’s arms. After six months of being together as husband and wife, he decided to divorce her as soon as he saw her grinding on top of another man inside his own house—right on their own be

I’ll never understand why people who can’t stay faithful still feel the need to enter into serious relationships, to go through all that effort of lying just so that they can sneak off down the road and ruin it. I wanted to wake him up with a frying pan to the face, and tell him to get the fuck out because we were getting divorced, but I kept my cool and slipped out of the bedroom. My heart was pounding, and I made myself a hot bath so that I could lay down and relax, and figure out what I was going to do. Not only was my husband a lying cheater who had wasted my time, but his 19 year old son was coming home from college the very next day. So I would also have to get used to living with a ne

I got home and sank onto the living room couch, still too wired to settle down. Mom and Dad read it on my face and came over, worried. I took a deep breath and told them, "Mom, Dad, I'm married." The room went dead quiet. Mom's eyes went wide, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What did you just say? Sylvie, you got married? You just got divorced!" "It's part of my revenge plan. It's just a deal. If it doesn't work, we can end the marriage anytime," I said, then explained the whole thing.

“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.”

That was why he confessed to cheating without restraint. I staggered out of the club and stood by the roadside for a long time. Once I finally came back to my senses, I wiped the tears from my face and called the person I trusted most. “I need to fake an accident and a death certificate to make my husband believe I’m dead.” Since he would use every method to keep me from divorcing him, I would die before him.

I see he ain't giving up,I might use a company. “Yes.” “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks and I fail to stop myself from sobbing. I hate Diego right now, “did something happen?" My husband,sorry ex-husband, cheated on me with my step sister and they framed me of doing the same while I was on vacation. He did this so he could divorce me.” I blurred out in-between tears barely audible. “I hate him and I want to hurt him too." I added. “Then do just that, should we break his legs?” He asks.

The sobs broke free then, deep and wrenching, bending me over as I slid down to the floor, face buried in my hands while my whole body shook with the force of it. I rocked back and forth there in the dark, gasping through the pain as every moment replayed crueler than before his forehead kiss to her in the hospital, the distance he'd put between us for months, all the breakfasts ignored and doors slammed shut. My husband was cheating, plain and simple, carrying on with Sophia right under our roof while I'd spent all this time trying to piece together a marriage from nothing. I'd begged with my efforts, chased him through every cold silence and stormy pullback, held onto scraps like they mean

“So this is the whore you've been sleeping with on our matrimonial bed right?” Silence filled the room, and Iris gave her a stern look as she snapped, “Hello! Who are you calling a whore?!” Ryan’s expression remained indifferent, then he shrugged, his voice casual, almost mocking, “I don't know what you're talking about Melinda. And besides, we are divorced, right? So if I slept with her, how’s that a problem?” He said, a little chuckle escaping his lips. Melinda’s gaze intensified, her eyes burning with rage.

Pinned against the wall with his 2/8— kissing her like he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Desperate. Familiar. Practiced. Honestly, they looked so in sync I almost wanted to gift them a marriage certificate. Something inside my chest tore open—sour, sharp, furious. Thoughts flooded in, one after another— No woman survives her husband’s phone. My husband is cheating. And somehow, seeing it in person is worse than any message, any picture. My breathing faltered. I took a step back without thinking. Did I want to cry? Of course.

“No… no, she's not dead. I mean; I divorced her, but that was the greatest mistake of my life.” “You're divorced?” She asked, the look of concern deepening. “I'm so sorry to hear that. It must have been very difficult for you. May I ask what happened?” “It's… it's a very long story.” He said, sighing heavily. “—and it's complicated, too. This is the part no one knows, not even the media —I married twice. I divorced her for someone else, but that was the beginning of my nightmare.”