Future Cheating Novels & Stories

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."

I turned down every opportunity my parents offered and let year after year slip by, waiting for him to finally say, “Let’s get married.” Reunions were the worst. “So, when’s the wedding?” someone would always ask, followed by laughter. My friends covered for me, claiming I just wasn’t ready for the “grave of marriage.” I played along, smiling and pretending it didn’t sting. But deep down, I wanted it more than anything. To be Luna in more than just name. To be his partner. His future. But the truth was, Jay wasn’t waiting for the right time. He was waiting for her.

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo

And my thumb hovered over the keyboard for what felt like an eternity, my heart racing in the quiet. I knew what I needed to do. I couldn’t keep dragging this out, couldn’t keep letting kisses and almost build up behind his back while he sent me texts like these. Millie’s words from the ice cream shop echoed in my head: I refuse to be a cheater. And Rowan’s quieter truth: Kissing someone else is still cheating. With a heavy heart and fingers that felt clumsy from exhaustion and nerves, I slowly typed: Me: Hey, can we talk tomorrow after school if you’re not too busy with your dad’s company?

I never imagined something like this could happen. I always thought Valerie was the endgame. I pictured us growing old together. But it wasn’t going to happen anymore. Cheating was one thing I couldn’t move past. Just as I was about to turn on the engine of the car, my phone buzzed with a text from Jessica. [ Have you done it yet? I’m already waiting for you at the hotel.] [ Yes, I’m on my way. ] I stared at my screen for a long second before tossing my phone onto the passenger seat. My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel.

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,