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.

Then, Chester suddenly slammed into me. My back took another brutal hit. I struggled to get up, but I couldn't move. Lying on the floor, I desperately called out to Quinn. "Quinn, I can't move. Help me…" But the only response I got was the indifferent glance she cast over me, and the sight of her gripping Chester's hand as they hurried away together. The building continued to shake violently. Objects crashed around me. At that moment, I stopped struggling. I just silently pulled out my phone and sent a message to that familiar number. "Quinn, let's get a divorce." The next second, a massive beam crashed down and slammed directly onto my body.

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?

“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?”

My gastritis medication fell out of my bag during my engagement party. My best friend, Celeste Sims, frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you not to take birth control pills? They’re bad for your health!" I shook my head weakly. "Birth control pills? You're mistaken, Celeste. This is my gastritis medication. I’ve never used—" Before I could finish my sentence, I was suddenly reminded that my fiancé, Justin Ludwig, always gave this medicine to his friend, Callie Fuller. After looking everywhere for Justin, I heard him and Callie having 'fun' in the storeroom upstairs. I did not make a fuss as I quietly turned on the recently repaired security camera in the storeroom.

He wasn't a cheater. She gave a silent snort. How did anyone know, really? She'd read an article once about cheaters. The numbers were shocking about how many men or women would cheat on their partners. No wonder there are so many books that started with a partner cheating. She really hoped her story ended with a happy ending like some fairytale and Mark got his comeuppance.