Fiction Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

"We divorced a year later." "Why? Did you cheat on her?" A sharp bark of a laugh escaped him. "Why is it always the man who has to be the villain in that story?" he asked, his tone laced with dark amusement. "So... she cheated?" The smile vanished. Anthony’s jaw tightened as he gave a single, slow nod. He took a long, heavy puff of his cigarette, his eyes clouding over. Anna stared at him in genuine shock. He was rich, devastatingly handsome, and—as she knew firsthand—incredible in bed. She couldn't wrap her head around anyone wanting to let a man like this go.

He made fun of me for what seemed like hours and only when he was tired did he get up. “When you get done with work let’s meet downstairs so we can head out” “I just sa-“ “You don’t have to fuck asshole. We can drink and ohh that phone you gave me to check the other day. Mannn crazy stuff” that got all my attention. “What did you see?” I asked eagerly. “I don’t know any of those bitches….”I wanted to correct him for using the word bitches but now was not the time “…..i think one of them wants to kill her husband and ohhh one of them is pregnant” What?

I unlocked the door and walked in only to be met with the sight of my life. Sebastian, the perfect fiancé of Darla, was standing naked behind another woman, who was bent over a counter, also naked. Well, putting one and one together, you can tell what I had just walked into. Sebastian was cheating on Darla just the night before the wedding. The perfect man who wouldn't look at another woman twice had his dick inside another woman's pussy!

Yet he was preparing a grand celebration for her while pretending mine didn't exist. And to make it worse, he still planned to give her my necklace. The necklace that belonged to me. The necklace connected to memories he never cared enough to ask about. My fingers tightened around my phone. No. That wasn't happening. Not this time. I refused. Beside me, Vincent finally spoke. "Cassia, she's still my wife." The words sounded reluctant. "But because of that... technically, I didn't cheat." The second the sentence left his mouth—Smack.

I found the evidence in my own car. A red lace thong that didn’t belong to me. Dried semen stains on the backseat. And the fishy smell my eleven-year-old son complained about. That same night I learned the full truth: my husband had been fucking my best friend for months. The woman I trusted with my child. The woman my son now called “Mom.” I had given up my career, my body, my entire self for this marriage. He repaid me by calling me boring. Dry. A dead fish in bed. I was still shaking when Christian found me. My best friend’s husband. The man I almost chose years ago… before everything went south. He looked at the ruins of my life and

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.

“Wow, just wow. I have no words.” She moved towards her bedside table, opening the drawers. Blair pulled out her phone charger and the current book she was reading. It made her pause. The book was a drama about a cheating husband. True, Dan hadn’t been her husband, but still someone she hoped would stay faithful to her. After living with Laura’s parents and her uncles with his cheating ways. Blair was surprised that Laura didn’t see the pattern. Once a cheater, always a cheater in her book. If Dan had fooled around on Blair. Who’s to say he would stay faithful to Laura? No longer interested in the book, she threw it on the bed, packing the charger.

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

“What we have is beautiful. I love it. I love you. I came back because I figured, he’s been good. It’s only the first time he’s ever done something like this but deep down I am scared. The truth is that I would never recover if you cheat on me. No matter how good you have been all along, I doubt things will ever be the same. I will keep wondering why Judith. You married me months after we met, I am going to start to wonder if it was just a convenience to you. I will turn into a woman I know I’m not. Already the fact that you told her you’d give her 40k just breaks my heart. I don’t know what you intended but the way those texts were, I’m not surprised she’s calling me. She wants you and to h

“You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get answers. You don’t get me.” The glow fades. But the damage is done. Both of us feel it. Something inside me shifted. Something real. Something dangerous. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t walk away like this,” he says. “Not when things are this complicated.” “Complicated?” I laugh dark, humorless. “You mean because your mistress is pregnant?” His face tightens. “This isn’t fair.” “Oh, no,” I say. “Fair would have been honest. Fair would have been telling me before the world found out. Fair would have been treating me like your wife.”