Novel & Cerita Dreams Of Getting Cheated On

" He does!" " Yes, he does. He cares about you by sharing his seeds to several women, right? Didn't you run here because you caught him "cheating" again? Girl, he doesn't even have an idea that he's being in the wrong to the extent of thinking he's cheating. Keep dreaming of being his girlfriend or wife when he–"

I just can't stop thinking of him, not even now, when I know he is a married man, and has the most stunning wife in the world. I know he lied to me... I do. And when me and Hannah used to watch some romantic or chick flick movies, there always was a married man, cheating. And I hate those kind of men. Why aren't guys just satisfied with one woman? My ex cheated on me, I dumped him. But Mike? I need him, even though he can't be mine. I just know that I need him. "Jess?" Hannah entered my room slowly. She interrupted me in my day dream and I sat up on my bed. I quickly tried to wipe my tears hoping she will not notice.

"That's right. You disgust me more than anything else in this world." Marissa grabbed my collar and glared at me. "Have I been too tolerant with you? Did you somehow mistakenly get the impression that you could control me as you pleased?" I turned my head away, wordlessly refusing to be in close proximity to her. She was so enraged that she pushed me to the floor. I was caught off guard as she started kicking me in the abdomen. Marissa saw right through my feigned composure. Scoffing, she declared, "We're getting married soon, so what's this nonsense about being disgusted with me, huh?"

There was nothing Kayla couldn't demand. But one line at the very bottom snatched the breath from my lungs: I wish Grayson could spend one full day and night with me. My vision went black, the room spun—and I collapsed. In my dream, I watched myself—eight months pregnant—thrown into the air by a speeding car again and again. The scene replayed endlessly, blood spattering, bones breaking, a slow torture grinding away the last shred of feeling I still held for Grayson. The shrill ring of my phone dragged me from the nightmare.

Daniel cannot sleep well on that night and his eyes still wide open. He looked at the ceiling and thought about the woman whom he met at the coffee shop. He did not know what he felt at that time, but she just made him amazed by the beauty of her at the first sign. "Who are you, beautiful lady? Why did I feel that I knew you and have met you before? Did we meet somewhere or—" Daniel suddenly remembered his dream six months ago. A wedding dream in which the events and also the looks of the bride were so real.

Dan, who had sex with prostitutes while his own wife sat at home alone. All I could manage was a single emoji—a sad face. And then, with a huff, I set my phone back down. Gently, this time. To steady myself, I pressed my palms into the cool marble counter and gripped the edge tightly, as though that would somehow keep me from falling straight off of the earth. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself further, but they were ragged from my heart racing so fast. “I would know if he was cheating on me,” I whispered. “I would smell another woman on him.”

I said searching his eyes and he looked at me surprised. “All my life I was cheated and lied. I don’t want to go there anymore. The moment you sleep with someone else, means that I am not enough anymore. I want to mean something for you, I don't want just to be there. So the moment you sleep with someone else we are done. So just text me and tell me. It’s worse when you find out you’ve been cheated. I promise I am not going to cry, yell, ask you “why?” or stuff like that just treat me like someone you liked and respected at some point. Promise?”

"Don't show your bratty side to me right now, woman. I am demanding for a talk with my wife, so whether you like it or not, we will talk. It isn't that hard to do, wife." I gritted my teeth as my eyes narrowed at him. My mood is becoming more out of shape as I continue to stare at him. I just don't get why I always remember his freaking investor, Natalie, everytime that I stare at him! Not just that, I also remember those nights where I started dreaming—no! It was nightmares about him and Natalie, and they're always naked in there! He was cheating on me in my dreams with the woman he introduced to me as an important investor of his company!

Everything hit me like a truck, the wedding, the mutual consent to be chosen mates, the drive, and leaving her at the hotel. My mind also didn’t forget to remind me of the fact that I practically got wasted after dropping her at the hotel. As the realization sets in, another revelation hit me like a rock. Not only have I disappointed my best friend, but I have also cheated on my wife on the very first night of our wedding. And while I was busy trying to look for my mate, she was wondering where the hell I’m? I gave her hope yesterday, promising that I would try to make things work and now I took away that hope and maybe even ruined our friendship.

“Did switch off the alarm yesterday night?” “Why would I do that? why you asking mate?” “I felt like someone was in our apartment, I don’t know, maybe it was a dream or something, it all just felt wrong” Trevor said. “It was definitely a dream because no one was here yesterday night.” He replied. “If it was a dream then that would be the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.” “Maybe if you sleep now it will come back.” He said jokingly Trevor looked at him with a serious face