Fiction Books About Being Cheated On Novels & Stories

I never got it. In just three years of being married to Bruce, he became a monster, he abused me, physically and emotionally while he cheated on me multiple times with my twin sister. Ella got reign over me, she became everything I ever was and more. She took my company, my parents gave it to her. I was married now and my husband had it all, they said. Ironic, right? And don't even get me started on my 'anonymous secret boyfriend' Bryan, who turned out to be fraud and was actually hired by my husband to dupe me into divorcing him so he could be with the love of his life.

He asked one of the guards introducing him as his friend and the guard only informed that he was rushed to the hospital that night. Daniel felt a pang in his heart. He was sure that he was in love with Jack for long now. But he destroyed it all because of his greed and lust for money. His mother and sister had almost disowned him. His mother forbade to see his face if Jack won’t forgive him. But where to find him. His number was switched off. And he had no other contact. It was then he shifted to the cottage in the resort that he decorated with the pictures of Jack and him that he had in his mobile. His only source of happiness.

"Every single time, you were the one who handed Edward the weapon to hurt my family, and you still have the audacity to mention them? You have no right!" Seeing the raw fury in my eyes, Megan instinctively reached out to wipe my tears. I slapped her hand away with everything I had and stared right into her soul. "Edward will face justice, but you are going down with him. I'm holding you accountable for marriage fraud and aiding and abetting." With that final warning, I shoved past her and entered the building. … That night, a frantic pounding echoed at my front door. I expected it to be Megan back for another round of harassment, but instead, I opened it to find Edward wearing sunglasses.

"I do. She was furious when I told her I wasn't going to immediately reject you. And she has the money and connections to hire rogues." I pressed the antiseptic-soaked cloth against a particularly deep gash, maybe harder than necessary. He grunted in pain but didn't complain. "So your mistress tried to have me killed because you wouldn't reject me fast enough." I laughed bitterly. "That's quite the love story you two have." "She's not my—" He stopped. "I ended things with her. After you left. I realized—" "Realized what?" I interrupted, my hands stilling. "That cheating on your mate was wrong? That planning to use me as a broodmare was fucked up? Or did you just realize you got caught and ne

He took a sip of his coffee, "What was the fiction?" It was a direct question. It deserved a direct answer. The closeness, the howling isolation, pressed the words out of me. "That I was loved. That I was chosen. "I leaned against the bookshelf. The cool leather against my back felt solid. "My Fiancé, David, my step sister, Chloe, they were having an affair. In my home. For over a year. I was the last to know. A cliché with a library card." I said it plainly. I watched for his reaction. Pity would have made me angry. Disinterest would have been worse.

I opened the unknown message first. "Nina, please, give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. Please give me another chance. You can't throw away our years of relationship like that" Anger immediately filled my chest. Wasn’t cheating enough? Now he was trying to convince me that what I saw wasn’t real. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Then I opened Liana’s message. Honestly, I already knew what she would say, but curiosity got the better of me.

They dumped them on the spot. Anyone who wanted to be the guy who got cheated on could wear that crown themselves. "Adrian, you're not a real man. Lacey loved you so much, and you humiliated her in front of everyone." "Loved me? Ha. If she really loved me, why did she end up in your bed?" Lacey choked back sobs. She stood there crying, shaking her head. "Adrian, don't talk about me like that. What woman is still pure before marriage? When you've dated people, these things just happen."

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

“Wow, just wow. I have no words.” She moved towards her bedside table, opening the drawers. Blair pulled out her phone charger and the current book she was reading. It made her pause. The book was a drama about a cheating husband. True, Dan hadn’t been her husband, but still someone she hoped would stay faithful to her. After living with Laura’s parents and her uncles with his cheating ways. Blair was surprised that Laura didn’t see the pattern. Once a cheater, always a cheater in her book. If Dan had fooled around on Blair. Who’s to say he would stay faithful to Laura? No longer interested in the book, she threw it on the bed, packing the charger.

"You are sick, Aria; you are sick for thinking everything is a fairytale, as you make your forty million followers think." There is a word called fiction, a world where nothing is real... Emotions are fake, and just because I write about the fake world doesn't mean I expect him to be like the male lead of my novel. "It's all fiction, Caleb. Everything I wrote was fiction, and as a human I have every f*ck*ng right to fantasise, so don't blame your betrayal on my books." "And you dare blame this on my womb?" This was the height of it; I took off the wedding ring from my fingers and held it tightly... I couldn't bring myself to return it.