Girlfriend Cheated On Me Novels & Stories

Now i’m too grown for this childish fantasies, just real deals. I agreed because i knew there’s no woman that can keep up with my cold demeanor. The few genuine ones left with a broken heart while the persistent ones got their hearts more damaged, cause I don’t give a fuck. These girls fall in love with every rich guy and any huge cock. I never took them serious. And i know Alexa doest like me either, so i think this would work for the both of us. I usually check up on her every day before going to bed, when i’m sure she’s asleep, just to make sure everything is okay. Don’t think much about it, i care about anyone around me, in a vigilant way though.

We dated for a few years and after getting my degree I proposed to her. We got engaged and just a week before the wedding I went to her home to surprise her without informing her that I will be coming and to my surprise, I found her naked on the bed fucking a guy. I became furious and beat the shit out of the naked man she was fucking and broke up with her and in response, she told me that she is the one breaking up with me and threw me out of the house and ran away with the man. Since that day I became a playboy and decided not to get married or have children, ever. All of my dreams shattered because of Fiona, but to be honest I still love her and that is why I'm unable to move on in my lif

she said in a nonchalant tone, reaching forward to tune off the radio. "Really?" Gideon said once they were in silence. "What happened between you two, I already know you aren't together, that doesn't answer my question." "He cheated on me with some woman from work. I went on a little vacation with y family, came back to find him canoodling with her on our bed." Though she tried to sound like she didn't care, Gideon couldn't hear the hurt in her voice. "I don't even care about him cheating on me, it's the woman he did it with. She was no Angelina Jolie, and I just asked myself what exactly he could have seen in her, or what she gave him that I couldn't."

“We could catch up properly. I mean, I know things are still weird between us, but we’re both here now, right? Might as well be friendly.” “No, thanks,” I said, already turning back toward Jessica and Naomi. “I’m good.” I could feel him watching us as we walked away. “Well, that was sufficiently awkward,” Jessica said once we were safely on the other side of the room. “That was ex-boyfriend number one,” Naomi explained to her. “Cheated on her at a party last spring with some cheerleader. Real winner, that one.” “Ugh, cheaters are literally the worst,” Jessica said, making a disgusted face. “At least you’ve got better standards now.”

"It was just a dance." She opened her phone, placed it in the middle of the table and played the video. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't tear my eyes from it, couldn't tear my eyes so close to someone else other Alina, couldn't realize how I could let myself touch someone like that. "Your girlfriend was in the hostel, worrying about your health because she thought you're sick and you were partying, not just that you cheated on her." "I didn't," I yelled, causing every eye to turn to us. Lowering my voice, I muttered, "I can never cheat on her."

Had she been too good of a girlfriend? No, she answered herself. All she had done was play the dutiful, loving and loyal partner to him, helping him out with everything including domestic duties and financial burdens. What more could a guy want? Yet, he still cheated on her with her roommate who was more self centered than anyone else she knew. After everything. She didn't know the part that shocked her the most, the fact that her boyfriend had played a fast one on her, or the fact that her roommate had lied to her face for three months and wasn't even sorry about it.

"Thanks." "Did you just break up?" She blinked. "Me too. My boyfriend cheated. My best friend told me the girl's the receptionist at his company. Can you believe that?" I looked at her and found myself smiling. "I had it a little worse. My husband cheated for seven years. I didn't find out until trip number fifty-two." Her eyes went wide. "What did you do?" "I made sure he walked away with nothing. He lost his job. And the side chick had to give back everything she took."

She giggled softly. "Yeah, I went on Facebook, typed in your name and filtered down to your location. I saw a girl, she literally has all your description but she's an onlyfans worker. I lowkey got scared." "Oh my God." We both laughed really hard, holding onto each other for support. "So...got anybody in your life right now? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?" She nudged my side softly and I chuckled at how childish she asked. "I did. Had a boyfriend, but I caught him cheating on me with my best friend recently." I shrugged it off. "My goodness, girls are the biggest haters of girls lowkey." "I know, right?"

Before she could touch me, I stepped back and avoided her. "Jeremy, I know you're angry, but I can explain. Gerald lied to me. I'm innocent too. But don't worry. From now on, I'll only trust you! Let's get married. I'll be the best wife to you." She rambled on, trying to win my forgiveness. I finally lost my patience. I pulled Skye into my arms, leaned down, and kissed her softly on the cheek. She stiffened for a moment, her face quickly flushing red.

He said he just felt sorry for her, that he knew it was wrong, that he was begging me not to leave. I told myself maybe he really was just soft-hearted, and that didn't mean he didn't love me. I forgave him. The second time was when students caught him and Claire in matching hoodies and posted about it. I tried to break up with him again. He told me Claire had saved up her café tips for months, that it was the first gift she had ever given anyone, and he couldn't bring himself to refuse her. He swore there wouldn't be a next time.