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

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

She looked straight into his eyes and declared, “Even if I were to say it ten thousand times, you would still be the one who let my elder sister down!” He had cheated on her elder sister four years ago, and they had not gotten their marriage certificate even after so many years. If it weren’t for him, her relationship with her elder sister would not have become so terrible. He was a scumbag, an absolute scumbag! Zivon looked at the woman’s delicate features that were twisted in anger and disgust. His gaze darkened as he forced himself to say, “Do you really want me to treat your elder sister well? You want me to be your brother-in-law? Hmm?”

he questioned, then added, "Now, I'm getting even more curious." I breathed in and out, then decided to go with the truth. "Well, you were ready to stab your brother in the back in order to date her. Still, it doesn't seem like you're paying that much attention to her. I mean, you should be right by her side!" He smirked, chuckled, then spoke. "Well, I didn't stab my brother in the back since I don't have one. As for your mate, I did him a favor. I mean, she didn't only cheat on him with me but with almost all the wealthy, good-looking gentlemen who are invited here. Your mate was kind of dumb not to notice. As an added perk, I'm the reason he ended up with a real one instead of the fake one

“I figured if you wouldn’t come to me, I’d go to your father. I offered him a hefty sum—enough to cover both your hand in marriage and the land. He agreed, and everything was set. The wedding was planned, even my grandmother was prepared for it. Three days later, she came to start the rituals, only for me to find out that you were marrying someone else.” He fell silent, his fists clenching as he struggled to suppress whatever emotions still lingered from that day. “Your neighbors told me you’d said yes to that scumbag, my stepbrother. He took what I wanted, again. I was furious, betrayed. You chose him over me, even though I’d offered everything. So I went to that wedding. I didn’t hesitate—

Though I did not want any war against his pack, I wanted to make him feel defeated in front of me. Adrian clenched his jaw. I almost laughed out loud. This man could never feel regret for anything. I again misunderstood him. His usual look returned to his face. "What was your brother saying? I don't deserve you? What did I do to you? Does he not know about her sister's dirty secrets?" My smirk faded away the moment he posed the questions. "His sister cheated on the marriage and got pregnant with another man's babies. Oh wait, isn't the man his best friend?"

"Maybe he doesn't want to die poor either, but that’s where the similarities end. I’m more handsome and smarter, and I make better decisions. Let me tell you something—I’d never sleep with my wife’s sister." "How do you know that? You're not even married yet." "Because I’m not a cheater. When I get married, I’m not going to cheat on my wife with anyone. And if I’m smart enough to stay faithful to her, why in the world would I be dumb enough to cheat with her sister? That’s just… stupid." He shook his head. "Honestly, my respect for him died the second I heard what he did. A bro is a bro, sure—but come on, there are limits."

To think that I did my best to stay faithful to her despite all her horrible behaviour and she decided to pay me back by cheating on me. It wasn't just that she defiled the bed with another man. It was the fact that the other man was my brother. Maybe, I might have been less infuriated if it was someone else. But Murray? She gave him the chance to have something to brag about over me. He'd probably feel in his mind that he was a better man than I was. If not, how could my wife find herself making love to him? "What if they're truly mates?" Elsa asked with a shaky voice. I had been so engrossed in my pain that I didn't notice that she, too, was shedding tears.

"I already found out, Ms. Mitchell. It was… Mr. Moore. He used your credentials to report Mr. Lawson Senior's business, then hired local thugs to abduct him. They went too far, causing his death." With one violent sweep of her arm, Megan sent everything on her desk flying across the room. The remaining staff in the room gasped, instantly whispering among themselves. "Edward always played the sweet, innocent victim. I can't believe he's this ruthless!" "He dragged the whole firm down into the mud with him. What a monster!" "But wait. Is Ms. Mitchell going to protect him again? Word is they're technically married…" Megan shot a lethal glare at the speaker, shutting them up instantly.

I was pathetic. So now, every time I cheat, I buy a pair of underwear in the same brand as my mistress. And the day I divorce him? Oh, I’m gonna tell him. Gonna make him puke. I checked the waistband: Zimmerli. Perfect. Dropped it back on the floor. “Thanks,” I said, walking away without looking back. At this point, I still didn’t know his name. And he hadn’t asked mine. Fine by me. Back in my room, Maddie showed up. Today’s our last holiday day. Afternoon, we pack up and head home.

He barely reacted to her comment, “while I am many things, Delfina, the one thing I would never do is cheat on my wife. My sister and I were supporting my mother while her greatest love was being placed in a casket. My sister’s husband was late to the funeral home because he was fucking one of his three mistresses. He showed up late with lipstick on his collar. His mistress had been making comments prior to this about wanting very much for him to leave his wife for her. She purposefully put the lipstick on the collar to make sure my sister saw it. She wanted to hurt my sister.” “At her father’s funeral? What kind of bitch does such a thing?” she was disgusted. “A dead one,” he said bluntly.