Fiction Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

It’s definitely not his first, and Eve doesn’t look like the kind of woman who would cheat first. Heck, we slept together one night, and now she can’t even resist me. She might not be in love with me, but she definitely still wants me. I feel the same, and that’s why I thought marrying Janelle was the best choice. Now, I don’t know anymore. Janelle is in love with Fabien, who so happens to be her ex, who is still in love with her, and the bastard Eve is married to is cheating on her.

“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 read aloud. ‘What have you done to me?’ I closed my eyes, and his scent filled my nose again. The feel of his soft lips on mine, his calloused hands against the shimmering lace of my dress. ‘No, that was wrong. I’m married’, the thought rammed into my head. ‘Into a dungeon.’ ‘It doesn’t matter; it’s still wrong to cheat on my husband.’ ‘Well, I’m sure he does that daily since Rafael stops him from coming to me.’

I walked in and tossed a folder onto the center of the long table. "Mr. Fisher has already reported this to the police. The economic crimes unit is downstairs. They'll be up in about three minutes." The conference room fell into dead silence. All the shareholders stared at me in terror. Cameron's eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled, like a wild beast driven into a corner. "Nina! Do you really have to wipe me out completely? I'm your husband! What good does it do you if I go to prison?" "What good does it do me?" I asked.

"Maybe this answer sounds too strange, but it really is the only answer. "I was attacked, insulted, and nearly driven to death because I bought my son that tie. "But more importantly, while I was investigating the truth, I stumbled onto something else. "My husband, whom I’ve been with for fifteen years, ten of which we were married for, has been cheating on me since the beginning of our marriage." The comment section exploded. [Wait, what kind of plot twist is this?] [Can you stop dodging the question? What does this have to do with everyone hating you?]

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

Like a madman, he began spewing their secrets: "Nothing? Ashley, have you forgotten what you told me? You said Nick was a useless burden, that only with me could you truly be happy! You promised me to get rid of him with half of your assets after the IPO of the company!" "Shut your mouth!" Ashley’s eyes blazed with a fire. She whirled around, screaming at him, "You're nothing but my pet! One word from me, and I can have you buried!" The bar erupted. The livestream comments and hushed whispers exploded into a roaring inferno of contempt, threatening to consume Ashley entirely. [So the side piece beats up the husband and father-in-law, and she defends HIM? My mind is blown!] [Let me summarize:

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

"Get out. All of you." Alone again, I collapsed into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me like a dying animal. Ella's signature stared up from the papers, each elegant curve a betrayal. How long had she been planning this? The thought of her meeting secretly with that lawyer, Gregory Chris, made bile rise in my throat. Was she sleeping with him? Had she spread her legs for him like she had for me, playing the innocent while plotting her escape? My phone was in my hand before I realized I'd moved, thumbs flying across the screen: "Tell my dear uncle he should be more careful about where he takes my wife. Those hotel security cameras catch everything."

He tapped ash from his cigarette and asked Nelson, “The last time you checked—Nathan is Dr. York’s husband, right?” Nelson wasn’t drunk yet. He signaled the server for stronger liquor. Then he replied, “That’s right. And that Helen is strange too. Her background is even harder to dig up. Didn’t you try looking into her before?” Donald nodded. Suddenly, everything connected. Earlier, when Angela wanted to repay Helen’s family, she asked him several times to look into Helen, but every time, he failed to find out who Helen’s husband was. So how was it that when Nelson investigated Nathan, he could uncover that Helen was Nathan’s wife?