Novel & Cerita Hot Wife Cheating Stories

"Money. He wants a huge payout he can burn through however he likes. Since Vanessa cut him off, he's trying to sell a scandal and make himself look like the victim. And he didn't even go to legitimate news outlets. He went straight to those bottom-feeding gossip blogs." Evelyn continued, "He's spinning this narrative where he's the innocent young boy taken advantage of by a sugar mommy, while painting you as some cold-blooded gold digger who watched his wife cheat just to score a massive divorce settlement." I stopped what I was doing and leaned back in my chair. "So he's trying to drag my name through the mud, too?"

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me. Everything made sense now. Winona did not want me to work at Pinnacle Hotel because she was afraid I would run into her and her lover. She had apologized to me with a kiss to dispel my doubts. As for refusing to do it with me, she wanted to keep herself pure for her man. We had been together for five years. She once won me over by donating a kidney to me. Now, she cheated on me, turning me into an absolute joke of a man.

"The only reason why I haven't slapped you yet is that you're my elder sister, but if you push me, I promise that I won't fucking hold back..." Alexa sends a hot slap to his cheek before he can finish his statement. "You're going to slap me because of that bastard? That gold digger that also wants your money? Why the fuck are you so blind? Do you think that she so much loves you? Wake up, Alex... Fucking wake up," Alexa says again, but he scoffs. "A gold digger? A bastard? You don't call my wife names in my presence, Alexa. Don't fucking push me, please," He snaps at her again, and scoffs.

“You know damn well why Sage picked her. Didn’t you see the way she leaned in? Pressed her tits right in his fucking face?” I kept my expression still, swallowing the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m telling you the truth, Christian.” Chuck’s voice grated, his jaw tight. “She seduced Sage. That’s exactly what happened.” He gave a bitter scoff. “That bitch wants to screw her way to the top. I always knew she was cheating on me when we were married. Fucking slut.” My spine went rigid. Heat prickled under my skin.

Irina, my wife, the woman I thought was a saint, was cheating on me. "When was this?" I pointed to one of the photos. Specifically one where she was on all fours on a couch while the man fucked her from behind. "This morning, sir." The investigator seemed nervous. "What else do you have?" I asked. "I want everything." "It's the third property she's purchased, sir. Different lovers, and from what little I've investigated, it seems there have been many." The investigator shifted in his chair. For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

Three others carried different cameras. They scanned the messy living room, their expressions betraying subtle judgment. Then, as if to emphasize the state of things, they began filming the room. I smirked silently. That was the aim. This narrative would garner empathy and sympathy for me. “Mr. Moretti, it’s rumored that your wife was cheating on you. It’s said she was having an affair with the man found in the hotel. What do you have to say about this? Did you know about the affair?” Ms. Baker asked, pointing the mic toward me.

Another said, and they all hissed. “Please, I’ve seen him act irrational with other women he has dated. He has anger issues, so it isn’t even a question of whether he loves her, because I can proudly tell you he doesn’t.” Another said. “I still think she is a whore, and Dante is going to Dante and ruin her gold digging ass. She needed to ask around before opening her dirty legs for him.” She said. “I can bet all my money that Dante is cheating on her.” Their words broke my heart, and suddenly I felt the hallway getting blurry. Tears began to drop from my eyes, causing me to flee the scene…

He was doing things with other woman, doing things we had never done together, but mostly because I was too uptight to try the raunchy stuff he always suggested, I was far too innocent to do all that. I shut it off, clicking on the next video and it was Marty again fucking another in a hotel room – I shut the laptop off instantly in anger. I didn't think I could go over the almost 400 videos of my husband having sex with other woman – four hundred different woman – who was this man? Who the bloody hell did I get married to? “Bastard” I yelled angrily “Lying cheating scumbag of a man” How the hell did my day end up like this? I quit my job and then I find out my husband has a sex problem.