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

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

My Cheating Mate Courtney pov I'd been staring at nothing for hours. The wall. The table. My hands. It didn't matter. Everything looked the same through the fog of grief and guilt that had settled over me since learning my father was dead. Dead. Thomas Vex was dead. Killed by Alpha Jeremy Trent while trying to kidnap Grace. And I'd helped. Given intelligence that made it possible. Betrayed my own father to protect the girl I'd attacked with a knife.

"Quiet? Of course, why wouldn't you be? Your lover has been found dead, and you were with him the night before. Hmm, so complicated. Even the police would be cautious of how they would question you around me since it involves a man you constantly spent the night with. What a cheating wife. That would be the words buried in their mind as they question you. Their eyes will keep meandering the house, wondering why you would cheat, and when they leave, they will talk between themselves and say women can never be satisfied. Pitifully, that is nothing but the truth." Damon's parody only made me pity myself. I've never imagined I would ever be placed in a such situation. I was going to be a mockery

That was my duty, as his wife of ten years. When he came to, he just stared up at the ceiling for a long while, without making a sound. I peeled and cut an apple, then pressed a slice against the corner of his lips. At last, he stirred—but all he did was flinch aside, with a vehemence which suggested he was deeply upset with me. "You already knew, didn't you?" he hissed. "About what? That you lied about having late-stage cancer, in the hopes that I'd cede everything to you after we got divorced? Or perhaps you're talking about the mistress you've been keeping hidden at your mom's place—the one you knocked up?"

"What makes you think a broken novelist can?" "I'm not... just a writer." I spat a mouthful of copper-tasting blood. I grabbed the leg of the rocking chair and pulled myself up. "I'm the one who wrote your ending, Elara. I know how the villain dies." "Is that so?" Leo leapt. He went for my throat, fingers hooked like claws. I didn't move. Not until the last second. I dropped to my knees. His body sailed over me. I reached out and grabbed his ankle. He hit the carpet face-first. Snot and blood sprayed across the floor.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

"That’s right, Nina. You were once a married couple. Wendy is the vixen—Cameron was deceived! Think of the child..." "The child?" I interrupted them. "What does that have to do with me?" "Besides, Wendy is carrying someone else's child. Cameron is nothing but a fool." The two elders froze, their mouths hanging open, unable to close them for a long time. "And one more thing," I said as I stood up and looked down at them. "When my father needed surgery, I begged Cameron for 10 thousand dollars. He said he didn't have the money. Where were you then? You were traveling abroad, using my supplementary card to buy luxury goods! And now you want me to sign a letter of forgiveness? Keep dreaming. Not

he said. Yale finally dropped his brother-in-law act, but it was too late. I didn't need him anymore. "That's strange. My sister's fiance is already dead. How can you impersonate a dead person?" I shot back. I looked at him with contempt. His face drained of all color. Then, he flushed red. Caught off guard, he had no clue how to explain himself. "Careful, or I may report you to the police for impersonating my sister's fiance. Hurry up and leave!" I said.

It would have destroyed him. He tried persuasion first. Money, influence, even threats. But she refused. She wanted the world to know. And so he made the decision that had kept him awake every night since. He had called the same men now standing behind him and ordered that Ellen be “taken care of.” It was supposed to be clean, discreet , an accident no one would question. But a week later, he received the message that shattered his sanity: “She’s alive. Married. To your cousin.” He had left everything and come to New York immediately. He needed to see for himself to understand how the dead could suddenly wear a wedding ring.

And, by the tension and the absolute loathing I saw in his gaze, it would be hostile. "I promise I will leave and, if needed, I'll come up with a creative solution to stay away from you. I'll go work at the new building if I have to." I didn't care if I had to make the drive. "Please, just tell me what injustice I have caused to make you look at me like this." Maybe there was a simple explanation I could give and all of this would blow over? "You're a cheater," he growled under his breath. "You cheated on Caleb back in high school. The moment we graduated, you couldn't stop yourself," he accused, the disgust so evident in his voice he was convinced I had, indeed, cheated.