Divorced My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

"She has signed over the paperwork in my name. Tonight, I will make the announcement." "Really? You will divorce her today?" Lyra chuckles. My heart stops, and my breath catches in my throat. I press myself closer to the wall, the weight of their words crashing down on me. I feel a wave of nausea as the truth sinks in. Damon, my husband, my Beta, the man I trusted with my life, is planning to leave me. Worse, it seems he has been using me all along. My hand trembles as I push the door open, my breath catching in my throat at the sight before me. Damon is lying on the bed, his body entwined with Lyra's. They are so engrossed in each other that they don't notice me standing in the doorway.

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

"Also, don't refer to him as my husband, we divorced and you said the good things you did for me? I can't even recall any of them, my memories must be short." Though Mary hated the way Darling was behaving, she still needed to swallow her pride and keep begging. "You can't just leave us like this and-" "Stand up before anyone sees you like this and stop trying to make me return to you or your son because it won't even work. You are very much welcome to my party, eat as much as you want because I'm being nice just like a wife should...I mean ex-wife should." Darling smiled at Mary whose face had lost colour and while they stood in a corner, Darling had failed to notice the presence that stood

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."

“Don’t worry, how would she? She’s an ordinary housewife and a low-level assistant.” A low-level assistant who is responsible for every major successful feat in your company. “How dare he talk to you like that?” Josh cut in angrily, his grip tightening around the glass. “Ohh!!” Hayes ululated. “So it’s because you’re cheating on me, that’s why you’re asking for a divorce, right? You’re with the bastard now, aren’t you?” The hypocrisy is a sore sight. “Not everyone is as shameless as you.” I hung up and switched off the phone.

“My husband cheated on me. Are you willing to be with a divorced woman?” “I can handle that.” … It seemed that none of my concerns mattered to Stanley.

"Serena, those were angry words." "I know." "You know, and you're still using them to hurt me?" I smiled. "Adrian, so you do know those words hurt." His eyes reddened. "I never sleep with her." "I told you, that's not the only measure." "Then what exactly are you charging me with?" I looked at him. "Infidelity." Adrian clenched his fists. "Emotional cheating counts?" "In my marriage, it does." He closed his eyes. When he opened them, the whites were shot through with red. "Serena, have you ever considered that you might be part of the problem?"

“What?” I followed him inside, my heels echoing against marble floors I had once believed were my home. “I want a divorce.” The words hung in the air. Julian stared at me—actually stared this time—before letting out a short laugh. “What kind of game is this?” “I’m not playing,” I said. His expression hardened. “You’re tired. Emotional. We’ll talk about this another day.” “No.” I reached into my bag and placed a folder on the table between us. “I’ve already filed.”

I let out a muffled groan, my face turning pale. Chelsey immediately caught me, her voice tight with concern. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" I looked down at Ashley—still kneeling, still begging—and a faint, hollow smile curved my lips. "Chelsey," I said, my voice unnervingly calm, "please have your lawyer draft the divorce papers." Ashley's head snapped up. Her eyes, wide with panic, searched mine. "Di... Divorce? No! Nick, we can't! We—"

That’s an ideal setting to start executing my plan. I spent the rest of the workday registering two new clients: Client One: A woman who caught her husband cheating in their matrimonial bed with a woman he had introduced as his "cousin" two months ago. Client Two: A man whose business flight was canceled, only for him to return home early and catch his wife with another man. Both wanted a divorce—the woman seeking full custody of her five-year-old daughter and the man determined to make sure his cheating wife left without a single asset.