Divorcing My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Well, to be fair, if it was him, he won't care if the other party is married if he really likes him and wants to be with her. "Well, actually, she's already divorced. She's no longer married" the person on the other side of the phone said and laughed. Ray was annoyed now. He felt that the other person was playing around with him. "Can you talk properly? What are you trying to pull now?" "Sorry, sorry, I was just shocked that she was married before. Her husband threw her out of the house. His excuse was that she did not get pregnant after being married for so long. But I think that all of that was just an excuse. Anyway, he cheated on her with the secretary and this secretary is already pregn

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 continued quietly, “I found out he’s been cheating on me with his secretary. All this while, he made me feel like garbage.” Her laughter died instantly. “I told you that asshole didn’t deserve you,” she snapped. “Have you left him? Did you throw the divorce papers in his face? Did you kick his balls?” Despite everything, a weak smile tugged at my lips. “I threw the divorce papers at him and left for good this time,” I said though I wished I could kick his balls. “I’m done being a good wife. I’m done…I swear.” “It must be so hard for you sweetheart. But you know what I'm with you, and you are not alone.” Devi said and I felt the warmth of her words in my heart.

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.”

"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?"

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

“Of course it is.” Sarah hesitated. Then turned the screen toward her. “This one’s gaining traction.” Lena read. And felt something inside her go very still. The article wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was worse. Measured. Detailed. It described their marriage in quiet, cutting terms. The emotional distance. The lack of communication. The slow unraveling. None of it is explicitly false. But none of it complete. Which made it believable. And dangerous. “She’s good,” Lena said softly.

The building towered over me and my breath hitched. I stepped out anyway. If he was going to give me a chance, I needed to show him I knew exactly what I was doing. The lobby fell quiet the second I walked in. Every head turned towards my direction, as whispers echoed in different directions. “Are they really together?” “I heard she divorced her husband to be with Alpha Caspian.” “I didn’t think she’d be such a pick-me.” My spine stiffened. Of course, they have all seen the news, but calling me a pick me? My husband cheated on me with his fucking secretary, and here I am getting bashed for it. What a world we live in.

A tear slipped down before I could stop it, but I didn’t wipe it away. “Of course I’m emotional,” I said, my voice breaking. “My husband just told me he’s been cheating on me for months, got another woman pregnant, handed me divorce papers and now he’s telling me to get rid of my baby. What exactly did you expect from me? A smile?” He didn’t answer, no apologies. He didn't even try and that silence said everything. I swallowed hard, my throat aching. “You really don’t care, do you?”

“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.”