Fiction Books About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

I had talked her ears off with praises of my husband from the moment we started the session. “Again, your weird morals,” I mused. “Judging from all you’ve done, I don’t think you’re the type of man to mind fúcking someone’s wife if she was willing.” He grimaced. “But I am. Matter of fact, I detest cheating.” “Me too.”

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

During that time, I had been there. Despite this, I detested him because of the ridiculous rules he enforced and the way he partitioned this kingdom into a higher class level of wealthy werewolves and an underground level of poor werewolves. Despite this, I was also told how faithful he was to his late wife, and how in the twenty years since she passed away, he did not have a sexual encounter with another woman nor did he even touch another woman. Everyone had been talking about how much he loved his luna queen, and how he refused to get mated in the future after she had passed away because of his love for her, but it was possible that these things were just stories, and that there was nothi

Alex did recover speedily and just as predicted, after many months, he was able to use his hands again —this was when he started to showed his left side to Lisa. Being his wife has been a thorn in the flesh for her but she couldn't help but pretended as though all was fine. Alex used to be a nice guy when she had recently know him which made it easier to get along with him at first but overnight, he turn a jerk and a pervert. He never for once considered her as his wife since he believed she had forced herself on him. He sees her as a cheap and greedy nurse who had herself hooked up I the name of marriage —he shouldn't be showing love to such monetary union.

“Daisy knows, doesn’t she? You’re covering for them. I can see it. Daisy fucking knows.” “I’m not covering for anyone.” Charles says, exasperated. “This is all messed up. I’m trying to figure out what to do too but I can’t now because you are laying pressure on me.” Arthur shakes his head, his fists clenching. “Figure out what to do? You’re doing nothing! You are just like him, h wait, you are exactly like him. You cheated on your own former wife, didn’t you?” Charles’s eyes cloud over. “Don’t bring Bethany into this. It’s different.”

"James, please… tell me the truth." James pulled away from her, his expression cold and distant. "I said it’s nothing, Paulina. Stop being paranoid." But Paulina couldn’t shake the dread that filled her heart. Was her husband cheating on her?.

After 5 years of marriage, they stayed together, but she loved to flirt, they did everything she wanted, with her husband arriving late, it seems that all the men in the area were at her feet, she liked to relate to several men , that was normal, what Tsuki knew was that they always found each other, she was the daughter of a kidnapper and a villain of the city, who had a reputation of going in and out of the presidio of the region. Not to mention all the cases, in which they had, as soon as they kept fights, separations and mutual betrayals. During his business trips he was keen to maintain businesses and buildings, he had partners, he was able to keep his mistresses a secret, but she wasn'

Sophia, elegant in her 50s with sharp features and perfectly coiffed hair, sipped her wine. "He's been distant. I think he's cheating." Elena feigned shock, but inwardly rejoiced. "What makes you say that?" Sophia revealed she'd seen suspicious charges on the family credit card—hotels, jewelry not for her. “I know if my husband is cheating, he has done it before, and it didn't end well for him and I had to cover up his mess. The annoying part is that he doesn't learn his lesson and doesn't give a shit if I found out."

He said it as though the title were a blank check, as though twenty years of marriage had entitled him to my signature, my clinical earnings, my son's future, and the equity of the roof over our heads. I walked over to the kitchen sink, gripping the edge of the granite counter so hard my knuckles turned white. The affair wasn't separate from the financial fraud. They were the exact same symptom. This hadn't been a grand, tragic romance that spun out of control; it was a calculated embezzlement, and the romance was just the aesthetic he used to make himself feel better about it. It was a heist with a love story stapled to the front cover. Behind me, Marcus's voice softened, returning to that

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.