Novel & Cerita Dream My Girlfriend Cheated On Me

"Okay, okay. I'll listen. But remember, I'm just a person, not a professional counselor." I scanned the comments, my eyes settling on one username. "Jughead, tell me your problem." Jughead: So, this is a bit weird but I think my girlfriend is cheating on me. I found a suspicious text on her phone, and she's been acting weird lately. What should I do?" "Aww, Jughead, I'm so sorry to hear that. Did you ask her?” Jughead: No..not yet. I'm scared I might be right.

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

“Other things?” “Yeah,” I sighed, swirling the liquid in my glass. “I just hope all this will help me forget that my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I also found out he only dated me to win a stupid dare from his friends.” The words tumbled out of my lips tasting more sour than the alcohol. I refilled my glass and drank it all, sniffing as the flash of the scene in that room crossed my mind. My heart clenched painfully and tears welled in my eyes again.

It means you still don't want me. I scoffed, pretending to laugh it off, "I have a boyfriend." "Who cheated on you," he remarked. "That's not a proven fact yet, I made an assumption." I argued. My eyes darted to his lips, I'm plagued by dreams, dreams of being in his arms that felt so real. Yesterday I couldn't resist, I had hoped he would put it inside me. Lying there's feeling that muscle hard, erect pressed against my back. If not for exhaustion God knows what I would have done.

"Mari, you need to listen to me. I haven't cheated on you." "How am I supposed to believe you when the evidence is right here?" She's crumbling fast and if I don't set her straight quickly, it's going to end badly. "Mariana, I had a fucking wet dream." "You had a…" She freezes, staring at me. "What?" She's looking for any sign that I'm lying. I sigh. "Um, lately I've been having dreams and, last night, well… it was a really good dream." She blinks rapidly. "Oh," she breathes.

We were like horny pigs, wanting to fuck ourselves throughout the night. "I almost marked her." My eyes widened, and then I thought of only one person, Clarrissa. Dragging myself out of bed, I brought out a bundle of cash, and then I placed it on the counter, picking up her phone, and placing it on the money before I left the room. My heart was pounding so hard. There was no way those two wouldn't have touched themselves, and I was feeling pained by it. She was my girlfriend, and if she slept with her mate, it was still considered cheating.

DANIEL Images constantly flood my mind. After seeing those photos, my self-control and everything in me spiraled out of control. I could have tolerated the damn rumor, but those damned images, the ones where my girlfriend is secretly with her lover in her own apartment, that ended up killing me. I never thought Audrey was that kind of woman, one who cheats and lies to you, telling you she wants to be with you. I shouldn't have asked her to be my girlfriend; we shouldn't have tried it. I'm not made for a stable relationship.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "Because everyone leaves me eventually. People always promise to stay, but they never do. I've been abandoned too many times to believe anyone's words anymore." I mumbled as a lone tear slid down my cheek. The pain of past betrayals weighed heavily on my heart, making it difficult to open up and trust again. "Just today, I found my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend. They were naked in bed, the bed where we used to sleep together. With arms wrapped around each other, they didn't even notice me standing there and continued kissing as if I didn't exist." I choked out, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.

Even as I closed my eyes now, I was hit with the illicit image of Dylan, my longtime boyfriend of four years, cheating on me with a blonde-haired bimbo in our bed. I’d found him fucking her on the bed we shared for years in our joint apartment. When I arrived home, the first thing I saw when I stepped into the building were clothes flung haphazardly, strewn around in the living room. Following the trail, picking up the bra and panties I’d seen on the way, I kept trying to tell myself that my worst nightmare was not about to happen. But then I heard screams and pleasure-filled echoes coming from my room, and I froze.

I stood there for about thirty seconds, feeding my eyes with the disappointing sight, before a sudden anger overcame me and bashed the door open, almost breaking the door in half and startling the people that were very serious in doing their business. " What is the meaning of this!" I shouted and in shock, she jumped out of the guys body and there, my heart shattered into a thousand indistinct pieces without having to fall to the ground. The person with whom my very own girlfriend was cheating on me with, the person fucking my girlfriend, was no other person but Cole, my best friend.