Exposed Wives Novels & Stories

No one dared question her. Two days later, the results came in. They dragged in a former hotel security guard—flew him back from some town miles away to the Bureau. The second he heard how bad this could get, he went pale and cracked. "Two months ago, I was outside Ms. Sweeney's office. Heard her arguing on speaker. Sounded like her husband's grandfather. He had proof—her affair, a kid—and wanted to expose her, make his grandson divorce her." I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white.

It was such a fun moment. I was still glancing through the pictures when a notification popped up above the screen, catching my attention. Then I tapped on the news app, just out of habit. I wasn’t expecting to see what I did. But there it was. "Gold-digger CEO Wife Exposed: From Marital Scandal to Seduction Scheme." "Sources Confirm Elle Orlando Slept Her Way Into Billionaire Marriage" "Ex-Husband Speaks: 'She Betrayed Me For Power'" I froze.

He couldn't understand the audacity of those who did this evil plan, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. The images of their stolen wealth, the result of years of hard work and dedication, flashed before his eyes. The business ventures, the sacrifices—they were all reduced to ashes because of a fucking monster who steal everything from them! His gaze drifted to the empty side of the bed, where Tessa would usually be. The absence of his wife’s presence intensified the ache in his heart. The woman he loved was missing, and now, their home had been violated. It was a cruel twist of fate that is happening to their marriage life.

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.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

"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.”