He Cheated With His Dead Brother's Widow Novel Novels & Stories

When I find out my husband is cheating on me, I don't cry. My pride won't let me waste a single tear on a man who isn't worth it. Instead, I crash a stranger's funeral so I can cry my eyes out over someone else's memorial photo. I'm sobbing so hard I'm shaking when the widow suddenly shoves a million-dollar check into my hand. "Take the money and get lost. Don't think you can worm your way into my family just because he's dead." I stare down at the check. Suddenly, being the other woman doesn't seem so bad. At least she gets paid. Meanwhile, I'm the wife who gets cheated on and humiliated, and somehow I'm still the one expected to step aside for the other woman. I'm about to leave whe

I wasn't looking at him. He didn't reply until after a few seconds. "Five years ago I broke up with her because I thought she cheated on me with my brother" What?! My eyes widened as I turned to him but his eyes were on the river, his jaw set. Why would I cheat on him with Aiden?! Yes, Aiden might have been making advances to me which I didn't acknowledge but I wouldn't. I was too smitten by Alfredo to even look at someone else. "But I just found out today that she was framed. My brother paid someone to act like her"

No matter how much I want to defend women, I can’t. My brother was cheated on by his fiancee a few days before their long-awaited wedding. We found out that the woman is pregnant by some other guy— the man she was with when my brother could not go home every day because of work. Jacques, their child, was just one back then. In the end, the nanny proved that his fiancee was bringing another man to their own house. It seems like Kuya Jac also disappeared from our lives then. Yes, we always fight, but the two of us will always be here for each other.

A man who could support her for the rest of her life if she played her cards right, but sheÕd shown her hand too soon, and now he wanted rid of her. There was no way for her to claim pregnancy; heÕd seen to that. And now it was as if he hated her very existence because heÕd cheated on his dead wife who heÕd thought had cheated on him and the whole story is too long and boring for her to dwell on right now.

“You disrespectful rat— how dare you throw yourself at another man, don't you know you are married to my son.” The air grew still, as gazes drifted between us three. “Why don’t we head into the house.” Ezekiel's voice finally broke the silence. The moment we all walked in, Felicia snared at me before sitting firmly over the couch. “You know what? I knew you were a hore, I warned my son not to marry you, but he insisted. And of all people to cheat with— his brother.” “Step brother…” Ezekiel chimned in. “You ungrateful bitch— and you are here siding her.”

She had cheated with Daddys business partner lord Robert Jason's father and the next day the unimaginable happened Daddy died! Sorry for posting late guys I lost my uncle

Drake says silently as sits on the bed while I looked away there. He knew what I had done. You knew the rules of the club before you married my brother and of all the people you could be with was him. The Blackwood’s his rival and mortal enemy. My brother had just been dead for a fucking month and here you are slutting around with him. When I got the news, I said it was a lie , it couldn’t be Daisy, the sweet innocent Daisy that I knew or the one that loved my brother to death. You have been living at his mansion, sharing his bed, have your marriage with my brother ended.

In the end, his gaze landed on me as I stood silently in the corner. He walked toward me step by step. He stopped right in front of me, looking down at me. "Sylvia." He wasn't loud, yet it was sufficient for everyone around us to hear. "Do you see it now? This is what happens when you go against me. Now, my brother's dead, and the Blackwood family is mine. That iceberg you relied on until the very end has melted!" Leaning down to get closer to me, he spoke in a volume that only the two of us could possibly catch. "If you regret it now, for old time's sake, I can give you a chance.

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

"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