Dreams Of Getting Cheated On Novels & Stories

I reply testily "And I hope for her sake that my dream was just a dream a nd she's not cheating on me. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to destroy her if that's the case. I will not accept another man's leftovers as my mate and also would never share what is mine with another man. Never!"

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 all those dreams shattered when I found him in bed with another woman. My fingers hovered over the call log, but I couldn’t bring myself to listen to his voicemail. I tossed the phone onto the bed, the pain of his betrayal still fresh. Last night, I had tried to forget what I’d seen, but it was still there, hiding beneath the surface, ready to pull me down again. Jess sat beside me, watching my expression. “Are you okay?” she asked softly. “I don’t know,” I said, my voice low. “I feel... confused. I just saw Adrian’s missed calls and voicemails, and now I feel like I cheated on him. Damn it... I feel just like him."

It's all just a dream. I yelled angrily at Daren, "It's all just a dream! We've been apart for a long time because you cheated on me! You're cheating!" No! It's all a dream, Elyse, you're insane! Never trust him. "What are you talking about, wife?" In his expression, I could see the confusion. I shook my head and told him, gazing at him sternly, "This is just a dream." He reached up and stroked my cheeks on both sides.

I asked myself a thousand times and I don’t know if I’ll ever find the answers to those questions. I was there, I was almost there, on achieving one of our dreams but damn it! He cheated! He cheated on me… The dreams I was looking on forward to for both of us just vanished in the air because of the mistake he have done. In just one blink of an eye, our relationship ended.

She noticed something was wrong. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you mad because I haven't been home these past few days?" I shook my head bitterly. "No. I had a dream that you cheated on me." She froze, panic flashing across her face. "What are you talking about? I swear, you're the only husband I'll ever have." The disgust rose so sharply inside me that I couldn't speak. I turned my face away and curled in on myself, exhausted. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

“Aria, you know it was a bad time for you and everyone. I don't want you to think about it so much. That aside, still having weird dreams?” “Yeah. I keep dreaming about Caleb and Susan. It’s driving me nuts.” I know those two are cheating and I'm ok but I feel like there's something I don't know and it's tugging at me in ways I don't like. I lean back into the cushions, feeling frustrated.

There was another thoughtful pause, and then she asked, "So, did you ever suspect me of cheating?" "Suspect you?" I repeated. "No; not even for a moment. Fantasized maybe, but not suspected." "You fantasized about me cheating on you?" she said. "That's a little weird, isn't it?" "Not really," I said. "Lots of guys have jerk-off fantasies about watching their hot, sexy wives getting wantonly screwed by some young stud." "Really?" she said, obviously intrigued. "And who did you imagine me getting screwed by?" "I don't know," I answered. "They were always strangers."

In the depths of slumber, my dreams became a canvas where my mind painted vivid images of the day's events. Within the realm of dreams, the scenes unfolded, replaying the moments of tension and longing. I saw Beatrice's eyes filled with hurt, her confusion mirroring my own. The kiss between her and Alpha Duncan haunted my subconscious, stirring once again a mix of jealousy, anger, and longing within me.

My husband I'm sorry, yes, I have betrayed you in a wet dream. Sweat soaked all over my body. Oh my God, I hope my relationship is delicate. What are my strange dreams? I could not possibly report this to my husband, and he might go berserk and nightstand with wild women there. I don't want my husband's body to be touched by other people. Hah! crazy dream. How can this dirty dream enter into my sleeping flower?