Future Cheating Novels & Stories

"Are you brain-dead? Did you just question Mr. Fordham's charm? Why would anyone pine for a cheating man?" "Everyone makes mistakes. Cheating is in men's nature. Maybe Mr. Fordham might cheat one day, too!" "How much are you getting paid per comment? Let me in on it, too! School is starting soon, and I could use some extra cash for pocket money."

Add the fines for fraud, misuse of corporate funds, and illegal occupation of my property, he would not be able to pay it all off even in his next lifetime. Not long after, a headline trended across every major platform. [Beran Corp Heiress Demands $1.6 Billion from Cheating Husband in Damages.]

[Happiness is stargazing with the right person. In less than a minute, my phone was exploding with notifications. Sam sent me a text message. [How crazy are you? You’re already getting cheated on, and you’re still stargazing with that cheater? No wonder she’s cheating on you! I hope you get cheated on forever!]

Even the one I wanted was already taken. “Yes. This is my table.” April pointed to my favorite spot. Finally, I knew who had reserved it. “Are you alone?” April shook her head. “I made an appointment with my friend. She’s on her way here. Sit with us,” she said. Finally, Mark and I moved to my favorite table. The server returned with April and her friend’s food orders. While waiting for her friend to arrive, April and I talked about many things. We talked about the past, the present, and even her divorce. Unexpectedly, she even said that many couples were cheating on each other. While laughing loudly, she added that cheating had become a trend.

Then I reach for my phone on the nightstand. The cheating app is already open from last night. I swipe through the new matches, heart picking up for the first time in months. One profile stops me cold: Martins. 28. No shirt in the main photo, just lean muscle and a cocky half-smile. His message is already waiting. “I want to ruin your pussy so bad your husband will smell me on you for weeks.” My thumb hovers. Then I type back. “When?”

But as it turned out, when it came to her future, patience suddenly became a luxury she could no longer afford. The first day was filled with reasonable justifications. “He’s busy. Of course, he’s busy. He has affairs to manage, meetings, perhaps even a ball he must attend. A letter like that is not something to respond to in haste.” Isabella convinced herself that there was nothing strange about Damian not replying immediately. She continued her daily routines, even allowed herself to smile, but deep down, she was waiting… The second day brought mild irritation. “He couldn’t have simply forgotten. That’s not his style. He must be toying with me, drawing out his decision on purpose.”

The way my father made it sound Felix didn’t try to hide it either. All the times I thought of cheating Cheryl, I could never bring myself to do it. Amara was the closest I ever came, but even then I’m not sure I would have been able to go through with it. I didn’t want to be what Cheryl expected me to be. She expected me to be a cheater, escpecially because we barely had sex. I came close, but I mainly felt bad for whoever I would be fooling around with knowing I couldn’t truly be with them. I wasn’t looking for just sex, I was looking for someone to have a relationship with. Tried as I might, Cheryl never gave me enough time of day to be more than someone she got stuck with.

At that precise moment, that was the only query that occurred to me, and I had no other thoughts to contribute to the conversation. I started to ask him more questions because I wanted to find out more information, and one of the questions that I asked him was, "But what if Asher didn't accept making me pregnant? I am concerned that he may find out that you and I are seeing each other." Matthew's response to my inquiry was to reassure me in a self-assured manner that "no one will find out if you perfectly played your role. Just put all of your energy into winning his affection and making him want to be with you. Then you ought to make an effort to persuade him to sleep with you on a daily ba

"Don't look at me. This is my husband for tonight." When everyone else around the table saw nothing but the smile of indifference on my face, they began cheering. "Fine, then. Congrats to the newlyweds! Now, what game were we gonna play again?" Rhys played the room effortlessly. He laughed heartily and explained, "We're going with the standard drinking game. We're rolling dice. But since Mr. Fisher is joining us today… "Given how he's always occupied with work, he most certainly won't get our usual games. How about we go easy on him and just go with a simple high-low roll?

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.