Dreams Of Getting Cheated On Mga Nobela at Kwento

He thought about the plain fact that he had been cheating on his wife without his knowing. "How on earth do I explain this, huh? Just how? How can I be a married man from that innocent age? Who told them that I wanted a wife?! Now look at the mess I'm in!" *Sigh!* After getting drowned about his married life, he finally fell asleep and started sinning again! He was having a very hot dream! He could not differentiate between the real world and a wet dream. "Oh baby...why are you so f**king hot? I'm going to drown in your love!"

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 remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The words on the page blurred together for the third time in as many minutes. I wasn't really reading anymore—just staring at the same paragraph, my mind replaying the same circular thoughts I'd been having for weeks. I love him. He hurt me. I love him. He betrayed me. I love him. But is love enough? Jeremy shifted in his sleep, a small sound of discomfort escaping his lips. Without thinking, I reached over and adjusted his pillow, smoothing the blanket across his chest. His face relaxed, the lines of pain easing.

“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.

he asked. "Because he might think that everything in his dreams would come true. Just like earlier, he dreamed about me leaving you two. There's no way that I would do that. I mean, I can't imagine myself leaving you," I remarked as I laughed. Blaze was not able to respond right away as though he fell into deep thought. "Wait, unless there's something that you're not telling me. Do you have an affair with another woman?" I asked since it's not impossible. Like nowadays, cheating was like a virus. The number of cheating incidents was increasing the same as the number of separated couples.

Nicole Harper ~•~ At first, I thought, what the fuck? What were the odds that the man who kept appearing in my dreams happened to be the man my mom got married to? Then I thought, WHAT THE FUCK? Did he cheat on her with me? That night, I was never really sure who the groom was. If it was his bachelor’s party, then he was already engaged yet he fucked me like he didn’t care about that. My mom wasn’t the best person out there, but that didn’t mean she deserved to be cheated on.

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

His scrunched up face had me more furious. "What are you talking about? Who told you that?" He asked with furrowed brows. "I. Ugh No one told me. I saw it." I exclaimed. "Now let me go." I demanded. "You saw me cheating on you in your dream and now you are taking it out on me?" He asked with a raised brow. "No.. ugh last night. I saw it." I cried.

My hands folded into tight fists. For the first five seconds, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me or maybe I could be dreaming again. These days I could hardly even distinguish between dreams and reality. Maybe my brother was just stalking her and nothing more. No way! It couldn't be My jaw clenched repeatedly. Liam pulls away and left her smiling to herself. The sight of her smile made my blood run cold. I matched up to her and she froze up. "Care to tell me what the hell I just saw" my voice went up the roof.