Future Cheating Novels & Stories

Tears are now free from shame 'cause there's no presence of an audience, I could cry. As much as I wanted to dwell on sadness, a desirable smell ruined my alone time. I drooled, and my eye color changed as well. Unconsciously, I gritted my teeth- fantasizing my prey is about to get into my precious big mouth. There was no time to think twice, so I went and look for the smell. Even without looking, I know it is my prey. I continued to look for it by following the smell. To get into a faster mode, I shifted.

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The casserole was incredible. Real, home-cooked food instead of the protein bars and takeout that had become my diet. But more than the food, it was having Emma across the table from me, talking, laughing, just existing in the same space without the weight of therapy or guilt or carefully maintained distance. "I can't believe you still watch that show," I said, gesturing with my fork at her phone where she'd been showing me clips of some reality dating program. "It's so obviously scripted."

"Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you." I wasn't trying to spare her dignity. Quinn's face turned scarlet as her pretense cracked in front of her "rival." She tried to recover by stumbling over her words. "It's not like that, Mateo. Chad and I are just friends, okay? You've got it all wrong." "Friends?" I scoffed. "Do friends sleep in the same bed? Do friends kiss? Do you think I'm stupid, Quinn?" Layla's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her knuckles were white.

I swung my other hand and slapped Leah so hard that her face swelled on impact. “Did you forget everything Mom and Dad taught you? How dare you cheat with your own sister’s future mate!” I grabbed Leah by the hair and shoved her aside, then turned and hit Dylan again, who was still in a daze. “Dylan, we’re done. “Our mating alliance is over!”

"You've been married for three years, and now you want a divorce? Is it because we pushed her too hard about having a kid?" I took a drag of my cigarette and let out a long sigh. "She thinks I live off her and am not good enough for her anymore." At that, both of my parents burst out laughing. "She probably thinks we've gone broke. You're not working, and now that she's achieved her goals by using you, she wants to toss you aside. Is she seeing someone else?" they asked. I nodded. "More or less." Emotional cheating was still cheating. Even if I wasn't entirely sure, the way Pamela treated the young man made it obvious. They were way too close to be just coworkers.

Or C, the corny one, we met at a bar. "I love C," he replied simply. "But it's so cliche!" I protested. "But you still put it on the list, didn't you?" He was not to be outdone. I glared at him. He then sighed, placing his glass on the table carefully. "It's not how we meet that matters, it's how you manage to meet me." "Meaning?" I wondered. "If you want to give the impression that you're the 'cheater' in your relationship, make up a scenario that you wanted me from the very beginning."

"Divorce? It's because of him, isn't it? Your phone never stopped buzzing ever since you fainted." I glanced at the phone screen as text notifications from Future Solomon continued to pop up. "What's happened to you? "Answer me, Ivana Wesley! "I'm worried sick about you. "I swear I'm going to fucking kill Solomon, that beast!" Solomon's expression was as dark as thunder. He suppressed his anger and demanded, "He's the bastard you've been cheating on me with, isn't he?" I looked at his face and suddenly felt exhausted. I shifted my gaze away instead without saying a single word.

Once I spotted the speedboat that would soon be my getaway ride, I broke out into a carefree smile. I spent ten years helping Joshua with his turf war. We were childhood friends, and we trusted each other with our lives. We were also lovers. All along, my dream was to marry him. He had also hinted to me that once he had all of Belcove under his command, he would give me what I want. It took me until now to realize the truth. All of that had merely been a lie. Marrying Joshua was my fanciful delusion, and he used my feelings for him against me.

However, cheating often occurred after marriage. Kevin choked and said, “I know flattery won’t get me anywhere. I will prove to you with my actions, but you need to give me a chance for that to happen.” Hayden continued to relish in her dinner with ease. “You’re asking me to bet on my lifetime.” Kevin answered, “I’m taking a leap of faith too.” Marriage was a gamble, to begin with. Hayden took a sip of her beverage and responded, “How about a food challenge? Whoever eats the most food in the fastest time without wasting any wins. If you win, I'll take the bet. If you lose, you're out of luck.”

That's where she lost focus. She sighed. Wrong. My focus should have been on fixing what I thought was broken, instead of looking elsewhere for my excitement. At least, Faith and Selby went after their adventures together. Cherish sat back on the bench, slumped forward slightly. What would Glen have done if she asked him to open their marriage up like Faith and Selby did? Cherish couldn't picture Glen going for it. After all, he pulled her from that life when he asked her to marry him. No more parties. No more crazy nights. No more fun. But, I never even gave him a chance to say no. Yet, how do you ask your partner something like that? How had the topic even come up in her sister's house? Th