Divorcing My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

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.

"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?"

“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.

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.”

I glared at him, and he caught my drift soon enough. "Cheating?" "No need to put words in my mouth, husband." Yes, cheating. I wasn't certain, but nothing else made sense. His lips curled up, then I realized what I had done. "There we go, I'm your husband. So lock the door and come to husband." When I say that didn't sound like the worst— "You shameless whore of a man." "You're talking nonsense." "I'm divorcing you. I'll bring the papers tomorrow. Better sign them, and better get that secretary off my assistant's neck, or I will kill you."

I hissed, pushing him away, but he gripped my hips painfully. " Our divorce is yet to be finalized, and you're here parading your new lover around? You're such a slut," he growled in my ear. I raised my knee and kicked him in between his legs. He doubled over and held his crotch area. " I'm not a slut. You're the manwhore who cheated on me with my friend, and you're switching the narrative," I said and punched him again. Lissar came to us in a hurry, pushing me off her lover. I growled, and she flinched.

I chimed in while she rolled her eyes. “I want more too, I just need some break. Besides, I think we need to talk, don’t you think?” She asked while I shrugged. “About what?” “Really? Didn’t you get my text earlier? Nicole knows you’re cheating on her. She fuvking knows!” She exclaimed while I quickly gestured her to keep her voice down. “What? It’s you and I in the room and you won’t stop mentioning her. I’m so sick of living in her shadows, I can’t wait for us to get rid of her!” She whined and I smiled.

“And the woman my husband cheated on me with.” Arden paused mid-page, then slowly lowered the menu. His eyes lifted to hers. “Ah,” he said finally. “That explains the dramatic flinching.” “It’s not flinching,” she hissed. “It’s… strategic invisibility.” He leaned back against the booth. “So, you were married.” “Past tense,” she said. “Very past. He cheated, we divorced, she's marrying him, and now they’re… thriving. The end.” He arched a brow. “You’re telling that story like it’s over.”