Fiction Books About Being Cheated On Novels & Stories

They locked me in a basement and tortured me until I stopped breathing. Only after I died did I find out the truth: Veronica and Marco were lovers. The baby she lost was his. They'd been screwing around on my yacht, forgot to use protection, and cooked up this whole setup to save their own skins. Pretty clever. Not this time. I set down the phone, a cold smile tugging at my lips. I skipped the casino entirely. I called my underboss instead: fifty crates of the new Colts, delivered to the estate. As for the docks, I sent an encrypted message to my loyal man: watch every container tonight. Intercept any unauthorized pull. Then I poured myself a glass of bourbon, took my time, and settled at my

I looked like someone on the edge of falling. The guilt was real. Madison had pulled me into their bed last night out of love, and I had betrayed that in the darkest hours. But the craving Mason stirred in me refused to die. It grew stronger with every forbidden touch, every whispered filth. He saw the parts of me I hid — the loneliness, the secret hunger, the need to be wanted so intensely it hurt. When I returned to the kitchen, Madison was laughing at something Mason said, her hand resting on his arm. They looked perfect together. Happy. Yet Mason’s eyes found mine over her shoulder, holding my gaze with that seductive promise.

He lunged forward, trying to stop me, but the security guards I'd arranged beforehand blocked his way. "Second, the truth about my ex-wife, Quinn Hart. She betrayed me and entered a relationship with Chester. They had an affair behind my back and had a child together. After this, I will be pressing charges against Quinn for bigamy." Photo after photo and video after video appeared on the screen. The reporters instantly turned their cameras toward Quinn, whose face had turned deathly pale. Once everything was over, I stood up and walked toward the exit without hesitation. Seeing me leave, Quinn jumped to her feet and tried to chase after me. But the next second, a dozen reporters surrounded h

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

She became someone else when she was with him, someone she didn't recognize, someone she couldn't control. I read until the words blurred and my eyes burned and my chest felt like it was caving in. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that I was supposed to meet Maya in an hour. I had a coffee shop to find and a conversation to have and a truth to confront that was already unfurling in front of me page by devastating page. But I couldn't stop reading. I couldn't put the book down. My wife had written this. My wife had lived this. And I was the fiancé, sleeping in the next room, believing her lies, completely unaware that my father had taken her apart with a single handshake.

After I'd had my fun, only then was I willing to return home and inherit the family business dutifully. I had wanted to spend the rest of my life with Alissa. However, for things to end up at this point tonight… She and Rhys were the ones who brought this upon themselves. Suddenly, Alissa shoved Rhys away, tearing herself from his embrace. She lunged forward to the side of the table, staring fixedly at those three dice. Then, she lifted her head stiffly to look at me. "Why, Stan… You…" It was only at this moment that Rhys snapped to his senses. He had lost everything. He charged at me to hit me. "Stanley, you're a cheat! You set us up! Give us our things back!"

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?

I opened my mouth to answer but no words came out. "Nora, it’s bad. Really, really bad." My stomach drops as cold dread spreads through my veins like ink. “I—I have to go,” I say quickly and hang up before she can explain or ask further questions. I open my browser, fingers trembling, and type my own name. And just like that.....there it is. The top headline on three gossip sites. "Henry Worth’s fiancée has a dark past: Cheating scandals, psychiatric stay, and secret engagement."

“Whatever, I’ve always wanted you, Fiona. And I’ll do anything—anything—to have you now, I'm not letting go anymore.” The words landed heavily in my mind. Then reality crashed on me all at once. I had sex with Jude. I’d just cheated on Jalen. My chest clenched. I slept with the boy who’d once made me feel small, molested me, with Paris’s supposed boyfriend. My friend’s boyfriend. My stomach lurched, and I almost puked. I shoved at his chest until he let go. “You need to leave,” I whispered. “Fi—” “No.”

I moved stiffly across the room and lowered myself into the cushions, careful to keep a cushion’s worth of distance between us. “You’re reading,” I murmured, eyeing the book in his lap. The Bell Jar. He followed my gaze and lifted the book. “It was in your stack. Thought I’d see what you liked about it.” “I didn’t think you liked fiction,” I said before I could stop myself. His smile didn’t falter. “Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I do now.” I turned away, studying the fireplace. “People don’t change that fast.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I was in a coma for three weeks, Celeste. Do you know what that does to your brain? How it rewires things?”