Divorced My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

I crossed the room, walking slowly, straight and surely not looking away from the line of his shoulders as I covered the distance between us. When I reached him I put two fingers lightly against his back, a tap, barely anything and he turned. I held out the folder for him to take. He opened it and read, his face giving nothing away, not even surprise or satisfaction, nothing that would tell me what was happening behind those eyes. But I knew what was in the folder. The signed final decree. The judge's stamp. My name, free from Cole Holt printed in clean black ink on government paper. The divorce was done.

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.

A picture appeared on the screen of Adrian standing beside me in his wedding suit, his hand resting around my waist while I smiled beside him. Someone gasped. “What is this?” Another guest leaned forward. “Is that Elena?” Vivian froze. Her smile disappeared instantly. I watched her from the back of the room as another scene appeared. Adrian and I were walking together through the beautiful resort where we had spent our first vacation as husband and wife. There were pictures of us by the beach, sitting together at dinner, and walking along the shore. Every image revealed a part of a life Vivian had never known existed in that house.

“So what, after saying and I quote ‘Aiden is just a friend,’ ‘You need to stop believing anything would ever happen between Aiden and I,’ you just forgot all that?” “He divorced me!” I snapped, my voice breaking before I could stop it. “I never… never thought about leaving him. I tried to fix our marriage. I booked therapy for us, he showed up only the first day and forgot the rest. I tried guidance and counseling and he never came. Sex stopped being sex. The only reason I have Hope is because one night he came home drunk out of his mind. From the next day after he woke up in bed with me, he went from coming home at 3 a.m. to not coming back at all, and still I never complained. I faked my s

“Elara, I'm divorcing you and making her my wife.” I blinked. Once. Twice. My breath stalled in my throat. I caught my husband cheating and he ended up divorcing me? Not only that, he's also fathered a baby with my best friend? His words hit like a bomb, exploding and shattering my insides. The world went silent. The air suddenly became heavier. All I could hear was the heavy pound of my heartbeat, loud and violent in my ears as my head throbbed. No. No, this wasn’t happening. This was a nightmare, a sick, twisted nightmare, and if I just closed my eyes, I’d wake up and everything would go back to normal.

Hazel Dunlop West It’s been seven years since I divorced my husband after I found out he was cheating on me with my best friend. After the divorce, I found out I was pregnant with his son, so I moved away from New York to Germany to raise my son away from him and his lies. A new city, a new job, a new life, a new house, new everything. “Rise and shine, Zion” I said, opening the windows of my son’s room.

I calmly said and he suddenly stop and stand up, "Then file a divorce paper to your husband, I don't want to be a mistress," He said and smile, "What!? Can't we just do it? We already do it last night" I said that made him laugh, he look at me and touch my face, "You're drunk last night, and you're sober up now, even if your husband is cheating in front of you, I don't deserve to be cheated even if, I'm the most villain in this world," he said and for what reason I feel bad to him,

Jhonia walked over to the single couch and sat down. "I knew something was wrong but I never paid attention to my husband and you didn't pay much attention to him, because he made you feel as if everything was okay when it wasn't. His father began cheating on me, the second half of the first year of our marriage. I was hurt. I didn't know what to do. So one day I went to his office and he wasn't there so I went to a house his parents once owned. There he was beneath her, enjoying the warmth of her. I left before he or she could notice I was there, unlike with you I was actually married to him. So I told him I needed a divorce. He has sworn to never see or meet with her again, after two years

He became this new being that stayed out later than usual and came back with different girls, draped over his hand like they were meant to be there. They were beautiful, these girls and always had a way of making me feel inferior. And I had no way to tell anyone that my husband was cheating on me with multiple girls. Victoria would have his head in a heart beat, she would beat him and made sure I found a way to divorce him but divorcing wasnt even an option and I couldn't tell her I was in a contract marriage. Mary and I were still avoiding each other and honestly, it felt really stupid. So she loved me or she thought she loved me and so I avoided her so she can get over those feelings.

Henry reminded me of the curse. I quickly grabbed the crying woman's stool and pulled her towards me with a force that made her crash into my chest. “You said you were bored. Fortunately, I need entertainment." I smiled slightly, and she beamed instantly. “Really!" “Yeah." "Okay, it's a sad story, though. My husband brought back his ex-girlfriend from high school, back home with a kid who looked exactly like him. He didn't hesitate to present a divorce document to me after I found out he was cheating on me in a public mall." She beat her chest, downing another cocktail.