Divorcing My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

When he finally succeeded, I no longer had a place in his heart. When Anna returned to the country, he rescheduled all his meetings and rushed to the airport to meet her. She lied to him that she had left years ago because of a terminal illness, and she did not want to burden him. He believed her and felt extremely guilty. Since then, he had been very patient, gentle, and loving toward her. He was so lost in her wiles that when I got into a car accident while in labor, Anna had lied to him. She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy.

I walked in front of him, slid my hand over his chest, and touched him flirtatiously. I felt his body flinch but he remained firm and, to tease him even more, I taunted him, “Or perhaps you really want to hold me? After all, I can’t blame you. Your wife is so sexy. No man could say no to her. Now that we are getting a divorce, I want to enjoy this body with another man and make the most of it—” Before I had the chance to finish my sentence, he grabbed my waist and my hand ended up on his chest. His chest seemed to be visibly red, and his breathing was shallow and labored, like he was trying to contain his anger.

And he was enjoying every second of it. I should have walked away. Should have turned around and left the hospital, left Clara to her choices, left this whole toxic situation behind me. The divorce papers were already signed. In a few days, I would be gone, off to start my new life at the NRMC, finally pursuing the dreams I'd set aside for a woman who had never loved me back. But I couldn't seem to make my feet move. I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching through that partially open door as my wife undressed another man.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.

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.”

"Just let me have this night. It's been four years!" Clara shook her head, "Doesn't matter. Four years or four decades, cheating is cheating." "Clara-" I started, but she cut me off. "I'm sure he's probably still humping some other lady and you're here sulking pathetically." Her blunt words hit me like a slap, forcing me to confront the reality I was trying to avoid. She was probably right. The girl was in his house after all. He probably went back into her arms after I left. The image of them together made my stomach churn again.

Would I ever find happiness again, or was this the end of the road for me? I stood in front of the judge, my hands shaking as I listened to the lawyer representing Damon speak. "Your honor, Mrs. Contreras is trying to get a divorce based on her allegations that my client cheated on her. But I would like to point out that she herself has a history of infidelity. She cheated on my client with not one, but multiple men during the course of their marriage. And yet, my client has always stood by her and tried to make things work. He has never once strayed from their vows. We ask that the court denies Mrs. Contreras' request for a divorce and instead, orders couples counseling to try and work on t

I was starting to feel intoxicated after three glasses all I could feel now was pain and anger. "I loved that man so much, but he cheated on me or has been cheating on me. Apparently even before we got married, worse part is that my dad knew yet he still made me marry him. And What did he say again... Oh, I shouldn't divorce my husband because of mere cheating. Men were polygamous in nature after all, so it's fine if he cheats as long as he doesn't marry her." The male escorts was by my side the next second consoling me. There was this tenderness in his eyes as he wiped my tears, placing gentle kisses on my eyes, my cheeks my nose... Okay let's just say things got really heated.

Our marriage wasn't a love marriage, but I'm not letting this handsome bastard cheat on me. "I don't care about your explanations; just give me a divorce." If what he wants is to sleep around like a man whore, he's free to do it after divorcing me, not while I'm legally still his wife. Axel stood to his feet and walked towards me; his scent engulfed me as his face was inches away from mine. For a dirty cheater, he smelled good, so good that I felt like grabbing him by his collar just so that I could breathe in his scent deeply.

I could feel it tightening around my throat. And I had no idea which explosion to deal with first. I sighed and turned to Henry first. “I was married... until...well, he cheated on me and handed me divorce papers.” I swallowed. “Actually, the reverse. He gave me the papers first, and then I found out he’d been cheating.” Saying it out loud made it all feel fresh again, Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. Then I looked at my brother. His face was stone cold.