Divorcing My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

I hesitated, then bent to pick it up, brushing off the dust as I held it with my left hand, my right hand resting on my waist. The headline leaped out at me: “I Divorced My Husband Because He Cheated on Me.” Curiosity prickled at my mind. I unfolded the brittle pages carefully, scanning the first column. The print was slightly faded, but the words were still legible. “I thought getting married to my husband was my dream come true. He showered me with love, and I thought there was nothing apart from our world. Little did I know that he was a cheat. A friend of mine caught him in a hotel with another woman. I wanted to see things myself…”

A woman with the same taste in heartbreakers as her ex. Cheating. That word felt bitter in my mouth. And God, wasn’t that the pattern? Julian had done the same thing. Lied to my face, made me feel special while he was busy fucking someone else. And now Calix. I should’ve known. The universe had a sense of humor and a vendetta against me.

“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.

"Jace! Man, it'd good to see you. How are you? Where have you been? You just disappeared off the face of the earth. I've missed you. There were times when I needed good advice and a sounding board." We got a table and talked for an hour. She was divorced, her husband had cheated on her and she caught him. "Apparently he wasn't as rigid over color lines as I was. A skinny little blonde with the figure of a twelve year old boy. I caught him, he promised it was over, we went to counseling. I was just abut sure we were over it when she rolled up pregnant. I never saw him again after that, he didn't even show up at the final decree."

Chapter 4 Stranger From Last Night. Lyla Atelo. The last twenty four hours lay heavily on me. I was emotionally drained of everything. I had cheated on my husband. I didn't even wait to hear his explanations before doing something so stupid. A steaming cup of coffee was pushed in front of me, and I lifted my gaze to stare at my husband. Did he even consider me as his wife? Were we going to get divorced? What would my good-for-nothing family say if that happened?

"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.

Tilting my head, my eyes meet his, the calmness of his face irking me, making my insides protest with a churning intensity. How dare he? This man literally cheated all 5 years of our marriage, the whole of New York—except me of course—knew about this. His actions led to the miscarriage of our second child, and for reasons only known to him, he refuses to be accountable, I cheat back only once and now he's filing for divorce? My fingers curl, slowly digging into the edges of the papers, crumpling them. How dare he!? Before I know it, the papers come tearing down in my hands. One swift move after the other, reducing the papers to unrecognizable bits.

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

, she said and her face dropped gloomily. She sighed and looked at nothing as if feeling bad about the situation, " her former husband really showered her with care and affection, spent lots of money on her, had connections, pampered her, did and gave her everything she wanted, but my sister promiscuous attitude destroyed the marriage, she fell in love with another man because he was better in bed, cheated on her husband and would even bring the man to their home, spend nights with him on their matrimonial bed, and she was so good in hiding it that her husband had no idea, the innocent man was clueless and kept showing her love and affection until she got pregnant for the man she's cheating

"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 started again but with another woman. I felt like