Dream Of Being Cheated On Meaning Novels & Stories

He asked and I could see the fury in his eyes but I didn’t give a damn about it. He could have fury in his eyes but I would not give a fuck about it because he had cheated me. I wouldn’t let this go easily because I wanted a romantic trip with him, one that after I was done, I would take pictures and upload to social media so those pathetic girls back home would know I wasn’t their type but now, I wouldn’t let my dreams crash to the ground, not if I could help it.

But no, he’s gone, and I’m alone, left with nothing but the echoes of his touch and the hollow ache in my chest. I shouldn’t feel this way, empty, but I do and it hurts. It hurts more than I thought it would. My temper flares and anger mingles with disgust and riles my stomach so much that I want to throw up. Is this really the woman I want to be? A slut? This is not how I envision my life. Sweet. Peace. Happy. Loving only one man for the rest of my life. Well, that dream was dashed out of the drain the moment Tristan cheated on me. Now I don’t know if that bubbling childhood fantasy is still possible.

“What we have is beautiful. I love it. I love you. I came back because I figured, he’s been good. It’s only the first time he’s ever done something like this but deep down I am scared. The truth is that I would never recover if you cheat on me. No matter how good you have been all along, I doubt things will ever be the same. I will keep wondering why Judith. You married me months after we met, I am going to start to wonder if it was just a convenience to you. I will turn into a woman I know I’m not. Already the fact that you told her you’d give her 40k just breaks my heart. I don’t know what you intended but the way those texts were, I’m not surprised she’s calling me. She wants you and to h

dejected. I tilt my head to look down at the beautiful woman resting on my chest. She wouldn't cheat on me, I know that. We are unable to keep lies from each other. But the possibility...it exists. After what we have been through, this feels like I am not worthy of her companionship. Why am I having thoughts about cheating when we both know we are destined to be with each other? What is going on with me...? Why am I seeing myself as someone old and useless that Cassandra will toss out of the window if given...a chance?

She looked around, there was no naked man about to plunge into her, her shorts were still on her waist. It had been a dream. "Stupid stupid stupid girl. Having wet dreams? What has come over me?" Ariel berated herself even as disappointment covered her like a blanket. It was morning. She had dreamt about cheating on her husband with another man all night!! Did it count as cheating on her husband if it was in a dream? Was that even a thing? Was that how his cock was in real life? Ariel slapped her face twice to stop her dirty thoughts, even as regret filled her at the loss of the beautiful dream. She walked towards her door and swung it open.

Something soft and tender, like a flower pushing up through cracked concrete. But now… now I knew it had all been wishful thinking. My own damn fantasies painting over a reality that didn’t match. Still, that drunk text haunted me. If she was living with Fred, dating him… why would she send me something like that? Was she… actually thinking about cheating on him… with me? My jaw tightened. That wasn’t what I wanted. Not in the slightest. I didn’t want to be some stolen thrill for her. Some half-hidden secret she could pull out when her picture-perfect life with Fred got dull.

My mind could remember what Liam and Naila talked about a while ago. "I'm wondering what are they doing right now? Are they together, are they kissing, or are they making out?" I kept thinking, I knew that it was awkward to think that they were maybe making out, but they're not like my age, they're adults. Thinking about the possibilities couldn't stop me from crying. I knew that my husband was cheating on me, but I couldn't do anything. I looked at my side and imagined that he was here. I smiled when my fantasy was becoming like too good to be true. I was imagining that my husband was laying next to me, looking straight into my eyes, smiling and whispering I love you, but then it suddenly c

“Seriously? I just caught you cheating and all you care about is your reputation or should I say your sexuality? You’re disgusting” I yanked my hand from his grip and made my way towards the entrance of his apartment, my heels clicking against the floor. It all seemed like a dream. Was I dreaming? Definitely not. The asshole had cheated on me with his best friend. And here I was thinking he wanted to wait until I was ready. I was such a fool. I thought I could finally be happy. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall and made my way outside the house. The clouds looked gray, rain threatening to fall. Great. Now the universe was against me as well.

Like a recurring dream that turns into a nightmare, I kept coming back again and again to our heartbreaking conversation at the very end: Would you have cheated on me? Maybe not in two weeks, maybe not in two months… maybe not even in two years… but eventually? …yes. Probably. At some point, yes. You would have cheated on me before you got famous? …probably. Just with… somebody you met in a club? Maybe. The scorpion couldn’t have spoken any more clearly than that. And worst of all, the final jab, the one that tore my heart clean out of my chest:

I promise I won't do that again, but don't end up with what we have? "What do we have? That doesn't mean anything to you, do you know why? Because neither of us is really giving ourselves to anything, I love you, but I cheated on you twice, if it was another man, we wouldn't even be together anymore, it's obvious that you don't care what I did, because you don't really feel anything about it, you have no feelings, not that I did it to get to you, but I felt super guilty for being weak, for letting myself be manipulated.