Fiction Books About Being Cheated On Novels & Stories

I loved the way he thrust into my p***y and after some good long thrusts in to my core , he lastly withdrew his half flaccid d**k out of me , glistening with both our juices. "I'm exhausted let's sleep " ,l uttered out before l collapsed down on his bed . " One of my best nights ", He murmured before he pulled me more closer to him . Cuddling with him , l stared at his hairy chest in disbelief . Ignoring the intense sex , l now wished he was my husband . Skilled in bed with care and love , he was an opposite of Mark . Even when I was still beautiful with no kids , Mark used to be toxic instead of showing love to me . With this , now l had to Iive with what l have done . As bad as it sounded

"Please, I don't want anyone to pay. I just want to erase this from my memory. It's not like he forced me to have sex with him! He just..." "Stop trying to minimize this! He touched you, Faith. Even if it wasn't sex, he still violated you," Anthony growled. Faith sniffled as the memories came flashing back again. She had nightmares every night when it happened. Her uncle is someone she trusted at the time. He was helping her family with money for the mortgage, so he was like a father to her. But eventually, he broke that trust. He pretended to be loving and caring. He said he felt bad for her, and he was there for her when she needed someone. Then when no one was looking...

My chest hurt so bad I wanted to scream. “Tell me what happened,” Damien said after a minute. His voice had an edge now. “Or don’t. Your choice.” I let out a shaky, wet laugh. “Your brother… I caught him with some girl. At our anniversary party. He looked right at me and laughed, Damien. Laughed. Like I was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.” The words spilled out messy and slurred. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, not caring. “I swear I gave him everything. I believed every one of his lies. I even stayed when things were hard. And he just… threw me away like I never mattered.”

"Oh my God. This is unbelievable." "I'm serious." My voice cut through her words instantly. "Look here, Bianca Riley. I know everything about you." The smile vanished from her face. "I know your husband, Richard Riley, cheated on you with another woman. I know he divorced you. And most importantly, I know he played you for a fool even after you donated one of your kidneys to save his life." Bianca froze. Every word hit its target. I took another step toward her. "I'm giving you a chance at revenge, Bianca.

I guess he wanted to keep things professional and as time flew by we decided to play poker, my favorite game and loser takes a shot of vodka. “ So this boyfriend of yours, are you going to get back with him or are you going to plot a master revenge get back at him?”he said his tone a bit amused. To be honest I never thought about it, I was willing to talk it through when we here, but he made his own choice. “ I don’t know, I mean we’ve been together for four years and I wouldn’t want to throw that away.” “ Oh wow , even after he cheated on you…you literally caught him live in 4k, what makes you think this is the first time he is doing this?”

“You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get answers. You don’t get me.” The glow fades. But the damage is done. Both of us feel it. Something inside me shifted. Something real. Something dangerous. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t walk away like this,” he says. “Not when things are this complicated.” “Complicated?” I laugh dark, humorless. “You mean because your mistress is pregnant?” His face tightens. “This isn’t fair.” “Oh, no,” I say. “Fair would have been honest. Fair would have been telling me before the world found out. Fair would have been treating me like your wife.”

Scarlett's POV Suddenly, the rustling of paper caught my attention. I turned around just in time to see Liam holding the draft I had left on my desk. My stomach instantly twisted into knots. "Put that down," I said quickly, stepping forward. But Liam didn’t listen. Instead, his dark eyes skimmed over the words, and to my horror, he started reading aloud. "Fiona is the female protagonist. She has been in love with the male lead for the past four years..."

“Don’t you dare blame me for your problems, Damion. You made your choices. You chose her.” His eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. “You think it was that simple? You think I wanted to lose you?” I laughed bitterly, taking a step back. “Oh, spare me the bullshit. You cheated on me, Damion. Repeatedly. And when I turned a blind eye, you handed me a divorce papers like I was disposable. You didn’t fight for me. You didn’t fight for us. Or you think I didn’t know you we’re cheating on me with Kaia even before you handed me the divorce papers?”

Slutty little Jane, cheating on her hubby with his best friend and her bestie. More tears, uncontrollable now. My legs shook as I slid off the bed, grabbing my discarded gown from the floor. The silk felt cold against my skin as I pulled it on, tying the sash with trembling hands. I stood there, staring at them—two people I'd trusted, loved even—and felt my world fracture. How could I have been so blind? Lisa's compliments, always laced with something sharper now that I thought about it. Tom's lingering touches at barbecues, the way he'd watch me too long. My marriage... god, Mark. Sweet, oblivious Mark, probably home right now, scrolling through his phone, trusting me completely. If this go

I sat on the study floor and felt something shift inside me. Not grief this time. Not the hollow aching loss of the past week. Something harder. You were so stupid, Liana. The voice was my own and it was not kind. You sat on a kitchen floor with a man you didn’t know and told him things. You danced with him. You let him into your room. You believed every careful word he said because you were so starving for someone to see you that you couldn’t tell the difference between being seen and being studied. He came here with a plan.