Divorced My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Aysel snapped like an angry bird, but right now, she wasn't supposed to be the one to be angry when I was the one being cheated on here. “Stop talking, woman," I retorted in a rather calm tone, but it was enough to make Aysel know that I wasn't in a good mood right now. Aysel set her lips into a thin line as she rested her hand on her hips in akimbo. No matter how many times I think about it, it's hard for me to accept the fact that Emily cheated on me with another man. Though I knew she had mixed feelings about me and Aysel, which I didn't try to clear up, everything changed the night she told me she wanted a divorce.

Would I ever find happiness again, or was this the end of the road for me? I stood in front of the judge, my hands shaking as I listened to the lawyer representing Damon speak. "Your honor, Mrs. Contreras is trying to get a divorce based on her allegations that my client cheated on her. But I would like to point out that she herself has a history of infidelity. She cheated on my client with not one, but multiple men during the course of their marriage. And yet, my client has always stood by her and tried to make things work. He has never once strayed from their vows. We ask that the court denies Mrs. Contreras' request for a divorce and instead, orders couples counseling to try and work on t

Derek's accent was completely different from theirs. Before, I hadn't paid attention, hadn't asked questions. I'd even made up excuses for them in my own head. Now every one of those details was a thorn in my chest. After breakfast, I went to the kitchen to do the dishes. I turned on the faucet, then tiptoed to their bedroom door. It was slightly ajar. Low voices drifted out. "...Why is she suddenly bringing up marriage?" "Who knows. Maybe Mr. Derek promised her." "Poor girl. If he actually married her, she could live a comfortable life."

"Because Henry and I are divorced." There was dead silence on the line. After several seconds, she finally stammered. "Divorced? When did that happen? Why didn't anyone tell me about it?" "Yesterday. It just went through," I calmly answered. "Did—" Her voice started to shake as she snapped, "Did you cheat on my son? Were you sneaking around behind his back with another man? I knew you were no good!" I let out another chuckle. "Sorry, but I actually have standards. I'm not that shameless. The one who cheated was Henry."

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

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

Married. I wake once. In the darkness. Lucien beside me. Breathing steady. Wedding band catching moonlight. My husband. Actually my husband. I still can't quite believe it. Six months ago I found a burner phone. Discovered my husband was cheating. Filed for divorce. Six months ago I thought my life was ending. Instead, it was beginning. I survived stalking. A trial. Attempted murder. Built a career. Designed a shelter. Found real love. And now I'm here. In bed with my husband. In our home. Starting forever.

I clenched and unclenched my fingers with my hand on my thigh as I stared down at my food, unable to hold my head up to look at my dad. Shame surged through me when I realised that I was the only one who wasted three years of my life all in the name of loving a worthless man without nothing to show for it in the end. My heart wrenched painfully, knowing that my dad could be feeling disappointed but could not even show it because he didn't want to hurt me. This dinner was supposed to be enjoyable, but it was like a nightmare to me. A nightmare I wanted nothing more than to end already. I prayed silently that Stiles wouldn't end up asking me how I had been over the years, because how could I t

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 .

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”