Fiction Books About Being Cheated On Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

“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?”

"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.

Knowing Dad, I knew that Jade and Wilbur would be paralyzed at best and dead at worst if I were to leave things to him. However, I wasn't a fan of such violence and never advocated for it either. "Dad, leave it to me. You can just stand by and watch." He frowned and said, "Don't you dare go easy on them! You're only being cruel to yourself if you forgive too easily." "Don't worry about it, Dad. I won't." After all, a scumbag of a woman who cheated on her fiance at the office and an office bully were a perfect match. I was going to make sure that they would be bound to each other for the rest of their lives!

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.