Divorced My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

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.”

They truly deserved and loved each other. Mark knows that if he hurt Leticia. I will be the one who will fuck him up into hell but I trust him. Ana served my food because I forgot to eat. What can I say, I always forgot to eat. My life is so fucked up. My wife and I got divorced. She cheated on me since we got married. I married her because I love her. I gave her all the things she wants and all the love that I have. After she gave birth to our son, I bought a house for us then after a week, I visited her at the office, which I bought for her. I as her husband don't need permission to enter. The time I opened the door, Chloe is naked and fucking a black-haired guy.

"I was asking myself why you had to drink so much. Yes." "I'm not a drunk. I caught my in bed with my husband." I paused, replayed what I had said in my head and giggled. "Damn! I guess I'm more drunk than I thought." "Yeah, but I understood you. He cheated?" I nodded. "He did, with my stepsister. He threw me out of the house and... divorced me." "Why did-" he began. He took the glass of alcohol; I wasn't aware that I was raised to my lips, away from me. In doing so, he leaned real close, and I got a noseful of his perfume, something woodsy and fresh.

he said coldly, his deep voice echoing through the room. My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach. It felt like someone just hit me hard. My breath caught in my throat, and I stared at him stunned. “Divorce? Why?” I managed to ask. He did not only cheated on me and fired me, but he also want to divorce me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest from disbelief. I have always been a dutiful wife since we got married and even nursed his sick mother till she got better, so what could have happened?

“All along, isn’t this what you wanted? The divorce. I already gave it to you.” A surge of intense emotions coursed through me as I tightly clenched my jaw and fist. The painful echoes of the divorce reverberated within me; reopening wounds that had long been left unhealed. The mere mention of it always served as a poignant reminder of how she had eluded my grasp, fleeing into the arms of another and ultimately bringing forth a new life with them — she bore someone else's baby! The depths of her betrayal were unfathomable, stretching far beyond what anyone could have imagined.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing "Harder! Ugh," that was Jullian, my husband. The one I had looked forward to cooking for. The one I had been married to for three whole years. I shivered involuntarily; My husband was having sex... With a man! I couldn't believe it; I couldn't believe my eyes. Jullian was being pinned to the bed by a man! A man I had considered a friend. Mr William, Jullian's personal assistant. He was pinning my husband down and drilling into him so hard they were both grunting and groaning. They looked so into it that they hadn't noticed me standing there or the sound of the grocery bag falling to the ground.

I have given my all to give up on our marriage. Asher loves me Then why is he cheating on me? With Amber. I broke into sobs; my feet were getting wobbly; they couldn’t carry me. “Your barren, good-for-nothing wife is only good at extorting you,” Amber says as their heated session ends. I didn’t know why I was standing here, but I wanted to hear it all, all of it. “Fuck, I know. You can only imagine how tired I am. Riley is more like a liability now; I am processing the divorce,” Asher responds.

The warmth drained out of it like water from a bath. “I want to be clear with you,” she said. “What is happening in this house is a performance. It is for him, and only for him. As far as I am concerned, we have been divorced for five years, and nothing you produce on paper changes what is true between us.” She held his gaze. “The moment your father recovers the moment he is well enough to leave I want you gone. From this house. From my company. From my life. Am I understood?” Victor opened his mouth to respond.