Dreams Of Getting Cheated On Novels & Stories

" 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.

My husband cheated on me with my stepsister. I saw Demian standing at the foot of the bed. He was looking at me intently. There was something strange in his gaze. I noticed coldness, and I felt puzzled. Then, I remembered everything: My dream was not a dream. It was real. Demian did cheat on me with my stepsister, and she claimed that her son was Demian's. I hurriedly got out of bed. I suddenly felt dizzy and had to sit down again. My eyes searched for Demian's to judge him for his actions.

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?”

“I’m going to be banned from a place I call the journey that’s where I go whenever I’m not here, I told her, and that’s not all, I would automatically get that person’s problem” “Wait, like it would suddenly disappear?” “I don’t know, I have never experienced it before” I told her “What problem does Mike have to make him want to dump everything on my brother’s head.” she thought aloud. “Has he ever talked about anything related to a dream world?” “Yes, he does that all the time he wakes up” “He’s working in a bank?” I asked her again to see if she was hiding something. “Yeah, I’m sure of that, she said but her voice said otherwise, I’ve gone there several times”

Maybe she really has done some damage? “Sorry, did he not sit there and watch as you fucked me? Then you pass me onto him, and you watch while he fucked me? Or was that a dream?” Is she for real? She makes it sound so wrong now. Pulling her up, I help her to the car. “Not that, I mean cheat, do you think he is so thick to try to cheat on you with me there? Do you think I would let him?” She seems to be seeing sense finally, at last. “I don’t think you would, no, but honestly, if you walked in on your partner like that, what would you think?”