Future Cheating Novels & Stories

Panicking, I fumbled for my phone and called him just as he was about to step through the entrance. Seeing my name on the screen, Dylan stiffened. Leah’s expression instantly soured, and she reached out to end the call. However, Dylan blocked her hand. “Leah, no matter what, she’ll be my mate. I will never refuse her calls. “I have my principles. You should understand your place.” I almost laughed out loud at his words. He was cheating with his future mate's sister, yet still dared claim he had principles? Finally, Dylan picked up the phone.

"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

Every experience had some differences, but it's always the same excuse. "I'm not ready for commitment, and we both know that you want something else. Something more." "You're getting too serious about this, Megan." "I can't. I don't have time for a relationship like this." "I don't see myself being with you in the future, that's why I cheated." "You're just a fling." Damien just called me his fling, huh? She bit her lip, accidentally cutting herself. She hissed as she tasted her blood. That just hurt like, way too much for my liking-

"I don't know, Jen. I mean with Dan and then Dave I wasn't looking to get fucked. It just happened. Yeah, I cheated, but it was more like an accident. If I go out looking it takes it to a different level. It means I'm trying to cheat." Jen laughed. "Try explaining that to Mark. Cheating is cheating. He's doing it to you so it's only fair you do it too. Why should he have all the fun? You loved getting fucked by Dan and Dave, right?" Abby nodded sheepishly. "Of course you did, and you'll love getting fucked again and again. Don't deprive yourself. If it will make you feel any better, just think about the pussy Mark's cock will be fucking while you're sitting at home all by yourself this weeke

The memory of his laughter replayed itself in my head. I caught myself, I didn’t like that I noticed. I pushed the thought away immediately. This wasn’t real, it was a transaction. I reminded myself, one fake relationship for a real acceptance letter into Westbridge. It was what I wanted. I had to keep it that way. I tied my apron and shoved my phone in my pocket, hoping nobody would recognize me from the post.