He Cheated, I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything Novels & Stories

Getting married to me just to get his father's empire, cheating on me with my step sister right under my nose and planning to divorce me once everything was settled. I swore on my last breath, he was going to pay for this. He was going to regret ever treating me like trash. He and every single person who mistreated me, not leaving out my "family". They were all going to pay. I crawled out from under the bed in shame. Miranda and Joe froze, frightened beyond belief. I still had my mask on. "What's that?" Miranda asked, hiding behind Joe. "Your worst nightmare, bitch." I took off my mask aiming for her nose.

I had no idea what he was talking about. But I knew for sure, my body was familiar with his touch! I had no recollection of my past, let alone any infidelity. His grip on my shoulder tightened, causing me to flinch. "Good," he sneered. "Because if you do, I'll make sure Damon never believes a word you say. He'll think you're nothing but a lying, cheating whore." I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down in tears, my body shaking with sobs. He finally released me, watching with a cruel smirk as I crumpled to the ground, calling myself a cheat.

"You need to leave." "No!" Marco clutched the wilting roses to his chest. "Lydia, remember? I gave you roses just like this on our first date! We were so in love!" I finally spoke, my voice clear and cold, ringing through the cavernous chapel. "Everyone, please take a good look. This is what happens to a traitor. A living, breathing example of the price of disloyalty." The family heads in the pews understood my message perfectly. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a demonstration of power.

I can't give in because it might drop my ego but I don't know how it'll end! Elia sighs and I take a closer look at him—even from afar, I can see the thickness of his eyelashes, ''Rose. We can just forget whatever happened earlier and walk back. Let's not walk any further. I know you want me to stop you from walking away and this is what I'm trying to do. I'm sorry for saying that I didn't even want you here because honestly, I want you here. I paid one million dollars because I want you here. You want to know why I paid it for you instead of other girls? Because I want you. There's no simple explanation to why I did what I did but I have no single regret of it.''

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.

"Their words are law in this city. You’re fighting a tide you cannot stop. Even if he’s cheating—and I know he is—you just have to ignore it. Focus on having his heir. Once you have a Stormfang heir in your arms, you’ll have a solid, unbreakable footing in the pack. Nobody can touch you then." ​"I don't want his money, and I don't want his power!" I shouted, the sound echoing off the thin walls. “He abandoned me at the altar three times, Mom.” My mother took a breath. "Honestly, Zara, even if you refuse to reconcile with him and find someone else, he'll still cheat. All men cheat. It's in their DNA." “No Mom, I don't agree with you,” I said, rising to my feet. “Not all men cheat. I'm pretty

Struggling against their hold, she yelled at me at the top of her lungs a mere few steps away from me, “Jansen Graham! What must I do to make you come back to me? “Will you only stop when you see my entire family destroyed?” That was when she noticed Shiloh standing next to me, and her eyes burned with rage and jealousy. “Who is this woman? Jansen Graham, are you sleeping with someone else already?” She started laughing self-derisively. “Turns out that you’re just another sleazy douchebag! I’ve seen through you!” Shiloh’s brows furrowed. I gave her a look to signal her to ignore the situation and leave me to handle it. I pulled out my car key from my bag and pressed the button on it.

I shake my head. “I wish you were right, Rose. And I wish I actually had those excuses to back me up with my wife, but I wasn’t a mindless bull at first. I made the conscious decision to cheat on Sky and leave her. I’m the one who decided to fuck Violet, she did NOT rape me. I don’t deserve Sky’s forgiveness,” I say out loud, my voice cracking and my shoulders dropping, “I don’t deserve shit.”

“What have I done to deserve this? I have not done anything to you, Richard.” “True.” He smiled, and it became clear to Rose. “You have not done anything to me.” Her husband was psychotic. “But, I will do things to you that will make you regret complaining about my silence.” Everything was a play to him. From their first meeting to their fun moments, down to their married life… everything was a game he plotted. “Rose…” That realisation made her crash; it was only long before she would fall deeper into despair. “Look at me, my Rosie.” She could not. “Look at me!” He almost snapped her head, and for a second, she wished he had accidentally killed her. Surely, dying had to be better than living

Since I had discovered his affair with Rose, he had made it a habit to notify me whenever he'd be running late, sharing his whereabouts and activities. I understood that he might be attempting to make amends and possibly seeking a fresh start for our relationship. However, none of his actions fazed me. In my eyes, they couldn't alter my perception of him. He remained a cheater, and that's all I would ever see him as. I rose from the bed and adorned myself in a revealing, semi-sheer gown that resembled lingerie meant for the bedroom. It was an essential part of the plan I had for the night.