Divorcing My Cheating Husband Novel Novels & Stories

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

After my husband cheated on me for the 99th time, I finally completed my collection of 99 Hermes bags. That was just his way of compensating for his guilt. I was a high school advisory teacher, working from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day. After going home, I took care of his parents, who were both paralyzed and bedridden. To outsiders, I was a perfect wife. He figured he could keep me in the dark for the rest of his life. Little did he know, the mistresses he chased for a thrill were all arranged by me.

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.

“I have every right! I’m your wife. And your whore gave me the evidence I need. You call her your coworker, and I call her a home wrecker!” “You have a wild imagination.” “You think I’m blind? You think because I’ve been a stay-at-home wife these past few years, I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I know what I saw tonight. “What you saw is what happens when I close a successful deal. I celebrate!” “You went to celebrate by cheating with another woman when your marriage is hanging by a thread! That’s so smart of you, Blake.” “I can’t believe how you are twisting something so innocent around and making it dirty. What do you really want here? To push me away even further?”

I have given my all to give up on our marriage. Asher loves me Then why is he cheating on me? With Amber. I broke into sobs; my feet were getting wobbly; they couldn’t carry me. “Your barren, good-for-nothing wife is only good at extorting you,” Amber says as their heated session ends. I didn’t know why I was standing here, but I wanted to hear it all, all of it. “Fuck, I know. You can only imagine how tired I am. Riley is more like a liability now; I am processing the divorce,” Asher responds.

The second she spotted me, she’s walking towards me with regal confidence in a perfectly gorgeous designer suit even with the faint darkness under her eyes. “Mrs. Kingsley.”I greet and she smiles tightly. “Oh thank God now let’s get this show on the road”She says and I nod as we both walk towards the conference room, armed to the teeth to take down her cheating lying husband. Three hours later, I was sitting in the conference room wishing violence was legally acceptable to rain on all cheating husbands. The divorce process was somehow getting uglier and uglier which was impressive considering the husband had not only managed to impregnate one woman, bankrupt a second, and attempted to hide h

I'm trapped in a living nightmare, tormented by the memories of our time together, my mind screaming for her return. “Hey, Nathan,” my so-called wife, came along. She reached up on her toes and pecked me on the lips. “Good morning, my love. Where are you going to wear two different pairs of shoes?” she asked. I looked down at my feet, discovering I was wearing different pairs of white and black sneakers. I shoved the briefcase at her and turned to go change. “Hey, what was that all about?” she whined, flitting to my front. “Do you want to bruise my arm? If my father gets to hear what you just did, he is going to get mad at you,” she said, pissing me off.

"Oh, she did. She did. I involved my family and told my wife, Bethany, that I had a business trip to last a few days. In those times, I got married and had my honeymoon. So, then I returned home." "Wow. What's the other woman's name?" "Alexa. Alexa Muller? Mallet? Can't remember the last one but it's in that line of word." "So, bro with the large d, what did your first wife do when she found you in bed, pounding away another woman?" It's the truth but the way that he words it irks Charles but he keeps his cool and just takes a little beer. "Well, of course she was hurt and demanded a divorce which of course, I was not planning on giving her."