Fiction Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

Since have become the sex starved queen! This is what it’s come to, me sneaking off to a sex club. Having a husband and cheating is one thing, but having a husband who doesn't even care to fuck her but is also insanely rich and hires guards to follow her wherever she goes and cockblocks her fun was another thing. I know I should feel guilty, or like a cheat. Unfaithful, maybe but you know what my marriage isn’t what people think it is. Trust me, it isn’t. It’s not even really a marriage, by some standards.

I wasn’t planning to see Ethan this soon, but if anyone can help, it would be the company’s owner. “What brings you here, Fiona?” He asks, glancing at me and his secretary. As we stand there, I notice his rigid posture, cold shoulder, and the thin frown that pulls at his lips. It’s completely different than the warm aura I felt last night. “You’re here, because?” “Oh, right. My husband has been cheating on me with his secretary here in your building,” I tell him and show him the flash drive. “He’s also trying to take the inheritance my mother left me, so I want him fired.”

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

“Care to explain?” Phoebe glared at me and yelled, “Explain what? Who do you think you are? Are you trying to seduce my husband? Do you expect us to believe you’re here to ‘catch a cheater?’ Give me a break!” I scoffed. “I’m here to expose your affair! Tristan, you’ve got some nerve. Your mistress is already with child!” My words sent the onlookers into an uproar. “That can’t be! Phoebe is definitely Mr. Wolfe’s wife. They’ve been together for three years. We witnessed their entire relationship unfold.

Realizing that he sounded too excited, he added hastily, "What I meant was, you and your husband seemed like a great match, so why are you getting a divorce?" Nikita sighed. "He cheated on me." Fabian did not expect this answer. "Cheated on you?" Nikita explained, "Spencer always treated me well, but that didn't stop him from seeing another woman behind my back. "He gives her the same presents that he gives me. He spends as much time with her as he does with me. Even our child. "It sounds hard to believe, but the baby in the mistress' belly was even conceived two weeks earlier than ours."

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

"Whatever you're best at doing. Rather, be a good wife or guest." Standing in my room with rage in her eyes is Lorelei. I lied. I didn't destroy her pharmacy, in fact, I paid specialists to work there while she was here but it's high time the 'wife' of a billionaire discarded that place. Or at least, have it expanded. It will look good on me. "Be a wife?" She huffed? "To you? My fake husband?* Lorelei paced back and forth in my room with her hand on her forehead.

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

My thIghs pressed together, the ache between them pulsing, wet, demanding. His hand moved In slow circles, warm, coaxing. My lips parted. A soft moan escaped before I could hold it back. I leaned into it, almost whispering hIs name—though I never dared sayIit aloud. The man I wanted wasn’t the man I was marrIed to. ThIs fantasy, thIs hunger, was the only part of me Matteo hadn’t crushed. Here, In my Imagination, I could feel alive. “Ma Liane…”

Jaime stuttered awkwardly, “You can’t compare these things! After all, a cheating husband and a cheating wife are two different things…” “How is it different?” Sophie retorted with a bit of annoyance, “Why is there a gender difference in extramarital cheating? Oh, so based on what you’ve said, a cheating husband can be forgiven but not a cheating wife? Jaime Schulz! I’ve known you for so many years, but this is the first time I’ve found you so morally incorrect!” “I’m telling you! If you make such a mistake in the future, even if your wife forgives you, I won’t forgive you, ever! I will immediately disown you! Scum!”