Exposed Wives Novels & Stories

I opened my phone and watched for the umpteenth time, the pornographic video that had been sent to me anonymously. My husband of almost two years was in bed, having sex with a woman that wasn't me. His face was revealed in the video, while hers was concealed. The only thing I could make of the woman was her slender wrist and the gold bracelet around it. It seemed oddly familiar but I could not remember where I had seen it. For two years, I believed my marriage was the best in the world because my husband, Tony adored me and worshipped the ground I walked on. I was the richest woman in the city and my company, RAY INDUSTRIES was the number one in the country, yet, my happiest moments were the

The crisp sound plunged the room into silence once more as the two figures now lay apart from each other. "Let's get a divorce, Andrew." Soon, the news went viral. The headlines all claimed that our seemingly fairytale-like marriage was a facade, for I had asked for a divorce on our anniversary. All of the media outlets fought to be the first to publish an article about this situation. We had seemed like the picture-perfect married couple. Why would our marriage end in divorce? Thanks to all of Andrew's high-profile proclamations of his love for me, this situation proved to be even more humiliating than it needed to be.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

"Look at you, you useless, pathetic cheapskate. You used expired medicine just to save a buck, and you bought a wheelchair that's ready for the scrap heap! I must've been cursed to end up with a man like you!" Iris panted heavily, as if she had just found an outlet for her hatred. "I'll be brutally honest with you. I've been seeing someone else for a while now! He's young, handsome, gentle, and considerate. Most importantly, I already bought a penthouse at Quantum Heights in full, and it's under his name!

Everything we'd tried to keep private, laid out for the world to see. The article was detailed, sourced, devastating. It named all five of us, included quotes from "sources close to the situation" describing how we'd planned the bet, how we'd targeted our wives, how we'd celebrated each milestone like it was a business deal instead of a relationship. It had statements from Stella confirming my affair, from Marcus's assistant confirming the videos, from other women we'd been with corroborating the pattern of behavior. And at the end, a quote from an unnamed attorney: "These men treated marriage as a transaction and women as commodities. The evidence is overwhelming. Justice is coming."

My head was reeling, and I needed something to vent on. I had come here to find the wisher but then that bastard tricked me. AVELINE/LEAH’S POV I sat comfortably on the chair in my office watching as every new media outlet, every social media account, and every broadcasting station around the world read one and only one thing. “Jennifer Blackwood, wife of business tycoon Ethan Blackwood, infidelity exposed after she was found in a hotel room spending the night with her husband’s business partner Garet William.” “The Blackwood’s family secret exposed as sources confirmed the family’s dirty secret.”

**Sofia's POV** The federal building's fluorescent lights gave everyone a sickly pallor, but Agent Martinez looked particularly grim as she spread photographs across the conference table. Three women, all between twenty-five and forty, all with the kind of expensive haircuts and careful makeup that screamed "wealthy wife." "They came forward after the story broke," Martinez said, her voice carefully neutral. "All claiming similar experiences with powerful husbands. All treated by Dr. Chen or doctors in his network."

And what could be a bigger trigger then showing what their husbands are doing? I collected the photos and emailed each wife and side chicks that thought that their man is the most loyal ones.. I stayed anonymous so they can't track back to me.. One dose isn't enough so I need to work through it little my little.. If this works out then half of the remaining will be doomed.. Now the other ones..

"Married to Lucas Davis? Please, spare us the fiction! You are clearly a delusional woman! A man like him would never stoop so low as to marry someone like you!” My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of their mockery threatening to crush my spirit. But I refused to allow their words to defeat me. I had endured enough pain and humiliation in my marriage, and I wouldn't allow them to break me further. "I understand your disbelief, but I assure you, I am his wife!” I asserted, my voice firm and unwavering. "You have no right to judge the authenticity of my relationship. Now, please, allow me to follow my husband!”