He Cheated Novel Novels & Stories

The kind, earnest boy he once was had long since disappeared. He opened his mouth but found no words. At length, he murmured, "She was another man's child. I couldn't stand having her by your side. I always thought… we'd have our own child." He pretended to sound tender, but I felt only disgust. Softly, icily, I replied, "We did have our own child. You killed him with your own hands. Have you forgotten? When you pushed me aside to check on Kayla, your son was doomed never to be born."

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

Each word was a knife, but I forced myself to listen. "I convinced myself that the mate bond was wrong, that the Moon Goddess made a mistake, that I knew better." His voice was thick with shame. "So I took what I thought I was owed—Vanessa—while keeping you as the politically convenient mate. I compartmentalized. Told myself it wasn't really cheating because I'd never wanted you in the first place." "Did you ever want me?" I asked, the question barely a whisper. "At any point during those six months, did you ever actually want me?"

Nova's words left Ava speechless. Dane scowled and gave Nova a fierce look. "What are you talking about? What had she done that she could not return?" Ava tightened her jaw as she stared at Nova. She knew if Nova were there, she would do something to insult her. "She cheated—" Nova was about to explain things to Dane when he said, "Shut the fuck up." Nova flinched in response to his cold voice. She looked at Dane with shocked eyes. "I—I am saying—"

I'm such an idiot! The shocking part wasn't necessarily that Edwin had cheated on her, which Cherish realized sounded hypocritical since she cheated on her husband while Edwin had no commitments to anyone, including her. No, the shocking part was, he did it with her sister, Faith, Mrs. Goody Two Shoes, the rule follower. Even with Faith's newfound zest for life busting through the walls of her timidity, Cherish never would have thought her sister would actually stray from her marital bed. It seemed like too far of a stretch. Yet, Edwin tossed Cherish to the side so he could sleep with Faith, working his way through the Driscoll women. At least with Grady, everyone knew he was an outright sna

"I think that Charlotte is the culprit. If she hadn't deliberately seduced him, Jonathan wouldn't have cheated." "If it hadn't been Charlotte, it would have been someone else. It's not like Jonathan was held at knifepoint and forced to cheat. No excuse can be made for that. I think it's nonsense when novel writers include reasons that can't be spoken about in their plot. Why do you think we have mouths?" "I agree. It looks like normal people still exist." Giselle was engrossed in the comments section. Charlotte soon found out that Giselle had reposted her new post.

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.]

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.

Charlotte sat down again and began to revise his schedule, sending out appropriate emails to individuals to reschedule their appointments. Nicholas entered his office, locking it behind him. He threw himself on the chair, adjusting the settings to a more comfortable position. He sat on the chair, leaning back and closing his eyes. The event of what had happened earlier was playing in front of him, and the realization was slowly dawning on him. He just cheated on his wife. Cheat. The word had a bitter taste in his mouth, and he had never thought he would one day be in this position. Granted, he had never been in a relationship; all his previous relationships were just flings, and the parties

“I’m not a good person, so I dare to own up to the things I’ve done. What about you? You’re such a sc*m, yet you still want to make yourself look good. At this point, do you still think you weren’t in the wrong at all and that we were the ones at fault instead? Were we the ones who told you to hide Sarah? Did we make you climb into Sarah’s bed and get her pregnant?” Chester scoffed. “If I were to get married one day, I’d tell the woman not to fall in love with me or expect that I’d be faithful. I’d definitely have mistresses, so she shouldn’t get married to me if she couldn’t take it. You, on the other hand, are different from me. You’re a sc*m, yet you lie to your wife, saying you’re a good