Divorcing My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Richard tried to reach for my hands as he said his, but I swatted them away in an instant. “What are you even saying to me?” I growled still bewildered at his words. “You want my ex to marry my sister… the same person he cheated on me with, in my own house?” “No, that's not what I'm saying, Audrey,” Richard replied, his voice soft and gentle. “Then what are you saying?” I snarled as I lowered my voice. “This man punched you in the face because of me. Isn't it obvious that he's up to no good?”

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?

Since my first plan to use Lenora’s imprisonment failed, I told my lawyer to paint the whole scenario of Hannah requesting a divorce because she was cheating. “My client has stated that when you first presented the matter of divorce to him, he tried to get your reasoning for asking for a divorce and has on several occasions tried to reach out to you to talk and reconsider, but you’ve been as hard as a concrete brick, even moving out of your matrimonial home to somewhere else.” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial pitch now, like he was peeling off layers of an onion like truth. “Could your reason for asking for a divorce be because of… Mr. Josh, who you’ve been getting suspiciously closer t

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

Pinned against the wall with his 2/8— kissing her like he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Desperate. Familiar. Practiced. Honestly, they looked so in sync I almost wanted to gift them a marriage certificate. Something inside my chest tore open—sour, sharp, furious. Thoughts flooded in, one after another— No woman survives her husband’s phone. My husband is cheating. And somehow, seeing it in person is worse than any message, any picture. My breathing faltered. I took a step back without thinking. Did I want to cry? Of course.

She was on a roll, tearing through the family legacy to justify her own ruin. "Look at Beatrice, may her soul rest in peace," Chloe continued, her voice trembling as she gestured vaguely toward the ceiling. "Her marriage didn't work out either. It was a disaster from start to finish. And Stella? Stella is currently busy clinging to a man who is actively cheating on her with absolutely everything that wears a skirt, pretending she doesn't see the filth just to keep a ring on her finger. It’s almost like we are structurally cursed to never find true love in this family. None of us know how to keep it."

Yet, half a month ago, I accidentally discovered an encrypted burner phone hidden in a secret compartment of his armored SUV. Inside were dozens of explicit photos and countless graphic, flirtatious texts. The other person was his hot chief secretary, Chloe. The fairy tale was shattered by reality. I put the phone back exactly as I found it. That very day, I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers and signed my name, stroke by stroke. My personality is just like my marksmanship: I mean what I say, one shot, one kill. I will never look back. Vincent handed me a slice of my favorite Black Forest cake.

THIS IS CHAPTER TWO Then he popped the question, I said yes and we got married after just three months of dating. I didn't care that he was a decade older than me, I was in love. Then two years after our wedding, that's when it started, things went south. He stopped picking me from school, he stopped sleeping on the same bed with me, he even stopped speaking to me. I tried my best to know what was wrong but he shut me out. And that was when I discovered that he was cheating on me with my best friend and when I confronted him, he beat me up, she didn't care of course. I stayed in the marriage because I had no where else to go to, of course he tried to chase me out but I refused , not because

The sobs broke free then, deep and wrenching, bending me over as I slid down to the floor, face buried in my hands while my whole body shook with the force of it. I rocked back and forth there in the dark, gasping through the pain as every moment replayed crueler than before his forehead kiss to her in the hospital, the distance he'd put between us for months, all the breakfasts ignored and doors slammed shut. My husband was cheating, plain and simple, carrying on with Sophia right under our roof while I'd spent all this time trying to piece together a marriage from nothing. I'd begged with my efforts, chased him through every cold silence and stormy pullback, held onto scraps like they mean