Fiction Books About Being Cheated On Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe you actually read this shit. It’s fucking hilarious. This dude just came like five times inside this chick, like right in a row. In what universe is that even believable?” Oh my God, of course he’d found a sex scene of all things. “It’s fiction,” I argued defensively as I yanked my Kindle from his hand. “I like it a little bit unbelievable. That’s why I read it, you moron. To escape the real world. If I wanted believable, I’d just stop reading and return to my life.” “Yeah, but she called his dick a meat shaft.” “Oh my God.” I scowled. “You’re one of those annoying people who quibble over every little detail in a book, aren’t you?”

"It's not like I didn't know about scandals and women in your life, Mr. Richmond, but this is your idea—talk rather than the wine. Remember?" "OK! There was this girl in college. Her name is Elizabeth. We went out all year and planned on getting married after college, but I found her cheating with my cousin and I broke up with her. Then, years later, I—well, let's say I ended up in her bed again and now she was trying to hook me into marriage knowing that I'm the CEO rather than my cousin. "The one who... messaged your phone and tried to hook you up with Siri's voice?"

"You think Hayden loves you alone? No Sarah, no! He enjoyed all the women he led in his bed! Ugh, gross. You should probably have your little friend checked for the venereal disease you received from Hayden, ew.” Then Fuschia pressed her with a shameful fact that she had deliberately ignored all this time as a form of defense. For Sarah, Hayden's love was the key to helping her happy despite her indecision. But what if Hayden's 'love' was all sheer from the start? Then the foundation of her belief will collapse. “What kind of book? What book are you reading, damn it!?” "The best-selling book in the market. And I'm the author. Everything! I planned your life.” Fuschia gave her a smirk.

Evelyn's POV When I found out my husband was cheating on me with 8 women, I decided to get even. The breeze off Lake Como felt amazing. Maddie and I were stretched out on lounge chairs at Lido Villa Olmo, sunbathing while analyzing the profiles of Sebastian’s eight mistresses on my iPad. “Jesus Christ!” Maddie slammed her coffee cup down on the saucer so hard it clattered like a tiny drum solo. The couple making out at the next table actually stopped kissing to stare at us.

"I like you, and I also like your money! None of that is contradictory! It's just like how you said you liked me, but it was only because of my looks, wasn't it? Or my figure or my stamina? How many times have you even properly looked me in the eyes ever since I was disfigured? "We had only had a mutually beneficial arrangement between us from the start, Jade Pearson! What right do you have to question me like this now!" Jade was stunned. Wilbur was right. They had only been in a mutually beneficial arrangement from the start, taking only what they needed from the other all along. She just couldn't understand how things had come to this. She was the one who bankrupted the Pearson family. She

We even made a promise to never see each other romantically, but since I discovered my addiction to erotic books, I've found myself blurring the lines between platonic and romantic friendship. He steps closer, his fruity cologne wafting towards my nostrils. And I almost feel irritated with how fast my thighs tighten. If only he knows how much power he has over me, even without touching me. “Where’s the book you were-” “It's just a geography book, let's–let’s get going,” I stutter, brushing past him quickly. Thankfully, he doesn't protest. As we walk out of my apartment, I notice how my dress accentuates my hips so well yet my hands clutches my purse tightly.

Thinking she'd calmed me down, Lilith tore up the divorce agreement and went back to her room. Maisy shot me a glare, slammed the door, and left. Fireworks lit up the sky. The New Year had arrived. But I felt no joy. I felt like I was soaked in ice water, the pain numbing me. I called my lawyer friend, Reuben Webb. A brief conversation was all it took to end it all. "I want a divorce. Yes, she cheated. Before and after our marriage." After I hung up, Lilith was still in the bathroom, applying skincare in front of the mirror.

He snapped his gaze to me, a faint, desperate flicker of hope sparking in his eyes. I met his gaze, speaking clearly but slowly. "But for me, it doesn't erase every disappointment of being abandoned over the past three years. It doesn't undo the suspicion and humiliation I endured in public. And it certainly doesn't make the hurt of you choosing to believe her over me at the very end simply vanish." The light in his eyes went out entirely, leaving only a cold, lifeless gray. "Once trust is shattered, it can never be amended back to perfection. What we had ended the moment you kept choosing her over me. The truth and your regret only put a final period on something that should have ended long

“No, this is a lie, Suz. Are you lying? What do you mean you’re pregnant? You used to say that I was the one you loved the most, that I was the only love of your life! How could you fall for another man?” I indeed used to tell him that. For years, I genuinely believed we would grow old together. That was, until Joanna got between us. I ignored him and turned to face Flynn with a smile. We kissed each other lovingly while Harry sputtered in utter rage. I said to him, “This is my husband, Flynn.” Harry shook his head incredulously. Then, he rushed toward me and tried to grab my hand. However, Flynn kicked him away before holding me carefully and protectively in his arms.

"Let her make it about betrayal and victimhood. I didn’t destroy her. I just destroyed the illusion she married into." He looked at me for a long beat. "You're not going to stop, are you?" "No," I said simply, kissing his jaw. "Alejandro still hasn’t paid." He stroked my lower back, eyes burning into mine. "And what happens when he starts playing dirty too?" I smiled. "Then I get dirtier." We stayed there, tangled together on the couch, sipping wine and watching the empire burn. “Why do you talk like a fairlytale vilian” he asked, dragging a finger along my thigh.