Fiction Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

The village wasn't that big. Olivia basically knew everyone who lived here. The two people in front of them weren't married or dating. The woman's name was Isabella. She was the man's sister-in-law. Her husband fell off a cliff two years ago when he was gathering herbs. He was paralyzed and lost the ability to have sex. Isabella was probably too lonely, which was why she was cheating on her husband with his younger brother. Cheating was very commonplace in the city. If it was discovered, the couple would just get a divorce.

I loved the way he thrust into my p***y and after some good long thrusts in to my core , he lastly withdrew his half flaccid d**k out of me , glistening with both our juices. "I'm exhausted let's sleep " ,l uttered out before l collapsed down on his bed . " One of my best nights ", He murmured before he pulled me more closer to him . Cuddling with him , l stared at his hairy chest in disbelief . Ignoring the intense sex , l now wished he was my husband . Skilled in bed with care and love , he was an opposite of Mark . Even when I was still beautiful with no kids , Mark used to be toxic instead of showing love to me . With this , now l had to Iive with what l have done . As bad as it sounded

“Please Bella, understand. I know I did you dirty, but please don’t drag this out with me. I need some time.” “Then what about me?” Isabella asked with a hopeless look in her eyes “My husband of five years just told me that I should accommodate his affairs and act like nothing has changed. Tell me, who will stand by my side and comfort me?” Isabella felt like the most pathetic woman on earth. It was one thing for her husband to cheat on her, but not being sober about it was a whole new level of disrespect to their union. “Gerald, I will not accept this explanation. It’s either me or your mistress. So, who do you choose?”

“I’m not a good person, so I dare to own up to the things I’ve done. What about you? You’re such a sc*m, yet you still want to make yourself look good. At this point, do you still think you weren’t in the wrong at all and that we were the ones at fault instead? Were we the ones who told you to hide Sarah? Did we make you climb into Sarah’s bed and get her pregnant?” Chester scoffed. “If I were to get married one day, I’d tell the woman not to fall in love with me or expect that I’d be faithful. I’d definitely have mistresses, so she shouldn’t get married to me if she couldn’t take it. You, on the other hand, are different from me. You’re a sc*m, yet you lie to your wife, saying you’re a good

Felicia’s question stopped the room cold. “What are you talking about?” Daven asked, brows furrowing in confusion. But there was an edge of anger in his voice, the kind that came from being accused of something he didn’t believe he’d done. “When did I ever cheat?” “Have you forgotten? Your first wife—Althea Grayson,” Felicia said with a sigh. “You cheated on her. Even though you didn’t want that marriage, you still went through it. You stood at the altar, made sacred vows to live and love each other forever.

“What did he do?” I couldn't answer. “Who did he cheat on you with?” I gasped. “Don't tell me you're surprised. They're men, that's what they do. They cheat, but they always return home.” How would I explain that this wasn't just a simple case of a man cheating? My husband was gone. He was deep rooted in Emma. He wasn't with her for sex, he was obsessed. “Girl, talk to me. I'm all ears.” I took a deep breath. I revealed everything I could.

Then, I calmly flipped through the files and read aloud, "Chester, in the six years we've been married, you cheated seven times, had countless affairs, and even used my connections to register three additional marriages. "He has three illegitimate children outside our marriage, including one two months older than Hazel. On top of that, he gambled away most of the York Group's revenue. When funds ran dry, he mortgaged the company. "York Group, as it once was, no longer exists. Only a small shell of a company limps along, and it's even been caught evading taxes." When I finished, I turned and handed the thick stack of documents directly to the police. "I used to be busy with work and trusted y

My name is Sophia Lucci, and this is how I catfished my husband and his supposed girlfriend. We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.

He lunged forward, trying to stop me, but the security guards I'd arranged beforehand blocked his way. "Second, the truth about my ex-wife, Quinn Hart. She betrayed me and entered a relationship with Chester. They had an affair behind my back and had a child together. After this, I will be pressing charges against Quinn for bigamy." Photo after photo and video after video appeared on the screen. The reporters instantly turned their cameras toward Quinn, whose face had turned deathly pale. Once everything was over, I stood up and walked toward the exit without hesitation. Seeing me leave, Quinn jumped to her feet and tried to chase after me. But the next second, a dozen reporters surrounded h

He shot forward and rummaged through the bag to find my incessantly vibrating phone as text messages flooded in one after another. "That bastard! How dare he do such a thing to you! "I'm going to kill him! I swear I'm going to kill him right now!" Solomon glared daggers at the screen before looking at me. "Who is this?" His voice was dry and hoarse. He probably didn't even realize it was trembling slightly as well. He then shoved the phone under my nose. "Is this the bastard you've been cheating on me with the whole time? You're divorcing me because of him, aren't you?"