Future Cheating Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Celine explained, “I don't want to think about It, “ Celine said, “eh yah, sorry about that, but It is never late, you can still make him yours forever without rivalry," Charles said, " How would that be possible?“ Celine asked, “very simple, but you will need to work hard,” Charles said, “how,” Celine asked, “you see that his fiancee has cheated on him, and he caught her red-handed, and they have break up a long time ago” Charles explained, “but I don't know maybe he has Interest In me?“ Charles said,

The one with Prison Mike. *** My eyes were closing on their own but my brain, or my likely my heart and lower regions, begged me not to. It was almost 10PM when the first message came through. PrinceCharming: Didn't see a red bra today. Did you cheat? Just his mention of cheating makes me sad. How could I be thinking about possibly three different men? Talking very seriously with two of them and feel like I'm cheating. LonelyGirl: Hmm, not cheating per say. I might have possibly bent the rules. 😝

Looked squeaky clean—just work stuff. But my gut said nah. So I checked his bank records. Boom. Transfers to Sabrina. $999. $1,430. And a bunch more. My chest tightened. He was cheating. I stared at the screen—our smiling faces felt like a sick joke. Derrick, the guy who used to act like I was his whole world, had betrayed me. I met Derrick when I was seventeen. My parents had just died, and some relatives dragged me up to Granton City.

I had given it to him a long time ago. Fury burned within me. "You jerk! We're breaking up!" After sending Justin that angry message, I blocked him on all platforms and deleted everything that was related to him. I then took another gulp of alcohol. I no longer felt heartbroken. "I don't need a cheating man who only lasts one minute. My next boyfriend is going to be better!" I thought to myself. The bedroom door suddenly swung open, revealing Chase with damp hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. He was incredibly handsome. He had a defined chest and abs, and his legs were thick and muscular.

"How can I enjoy the party when my husband is out there cheating on me with another woman?" The stranger gently took the shot glass out of my hand and placed it on the table. "You don't know for sure if that's what's happening. Maybe they just stepped out for a bit. You shouldn't jump to conclusions." I let out a bitter laugh. "That's easy for you to say." I took three more shots. "Hey, hey. You should slow down on those shots." The stranger said and then placed a hand on my shoulder. "You don't want to end up passing out before the night is over."