Hotwife Confession Stories Novels & Stories

"She's not just an ex-wife, she's a living saint! I heard she paid off all of the debt for him." "Marcus is about to have it made. Living off a woman is still a skill." I did not move. I merely looked down at my worn-out sneakers with the soles coming apart. "Excuse me, I've got deliveries to make," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. The veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the handlebars. There was no way Shirley missed me. She probably just wanted to see if I was dead yet. Back in court, when she sobbed and testified that I embezzled company funds to support a boy toy, she had worn that same expression.

After seeing the news, Renee lost it. All along, in order to deceive her, Liam swore that she was the only woman he was sleeping with. Never did she ever expect to find out that not only was Liam a regular at those adult establishments, but he even contracted a sexually transmitted disease and passed it along to her. More importantly, the story had been posted online. Everyone knew what the two of them looked like and was most certainly going to pay close attention to everything they did from now on.

she mocks. “I do,” Tom says, pulling out his phone and showing it to the woman. “That little girl isn’t his. The mother was badgering him to have an affair, and my son refused. The next day, he took his wife, thinking the child’s mother wouldn’t solicit anything while we waited for the results. My son’s wife never hurt the child and even brought her a gift. That woman then started accusing my son’s wife of vile things after planting reporters there.” “My granddaughter would never hurt a child. Anyone who knows her wouldn’t believe such stories.” Granma says.

"Tell me what happened—everything." So I did. I cried, I got angry, and I was more honest than I'd ever been. I told her everything: the affair, the divorce papers, the custody agreement that would take Emma away every other weekend. I told her about Sophia's smug smile and Mikel's coldness, and about signing the papers while I was still bleeding from giving birth to his daughter. Elena listened without saying a word. Her face got darker and darker. When I was done, she sat quietly for a long time, putting her hands together like she always did when someone was about to get in big trouble.

was simply a log of calls between me and my husband. Since both of us are doctors, between work and conflicting schedules, it’s sometimes our only way to connect during the week. I often called him to see when he’d be home. However, Emily wouldn’t give me a chance to explain. “Exhibit B: Sexual harassment and destroying someone’s family! This shameless homewrecker has even sent my husband inappropriate messages, harassing him! And here’s the proof!” The screen switched to photos of my husband and me. There were pictures of us sharing a quick kiss in the hallway, holding hands while walking through the hospital garden. Then, chat logs appeared.

Lucas stayed mute and Claire concluded that she had scared him away with news of her pregnancy. Truthfully she preferred he walk away now, than stick around and hurt get later. "And the father?", he asked. "We just got divorced", Claire answered. When the silence between them lingered for too long, Claire started rambling, "I am not looking for a lover right now. I am have been through a very difficult marriage and right now I just want to have a healthy pregnancy. And most importantly I need a house, I need a place to build a home for my child. I don't want to go back to a hotel room".

Hans began, briefly bowing before continuing, "I mean, wife. Now that I've witnessed your reaction to those articles and seen you living with your best friend, Samara, in our former house, perhaps I cannot be mistaken in believing that you are indeed my wife, Xiellenna." I know, right. Seeing is believing. I felt caught red-handed, as if I were a criminal myself. But even if they knew the truth about me, nothing would change. The plan was set. My revenge was steadfast. There was no turning back. "Why don't you say something to me, wife? I promise I'll listen," he exclaimed, then made his way to one of the couches in the room, never once taking his eyes off me. I clenched my fists tightly, fo

"Why did you decide to come to the convent?" Sarah hesitated, feeling a bit nervous now. She had hoped she would never get to tell her story, but she had come too far with these women now to keep holding back or even lie to them. "Cheating fiancé,” she answered with renewed hurt on her face. “Caught him in bed with my best friend. You?" "Abusive husband," Anita flatly replied. "Had to make a run for it or he would have killed me." "You were actually married?" Sarah asked in surprise, sitting up now.

"Did Your beloved husband tell you how he used me. Took my Virginity and left me alone at a stupid Hotel. He decieved me. Feeding me crap like he was going to make me his Wife and that he loved me. I was stupid enough to believe him and I was so deep in it that I was willing to take him back after he used me. He got me Pregnant and I was Just Seventeen! I called him and told him I was Pregnant and he denied it. He said he wasn't responsible even though he knew that he was my first!"

I thought we were each other's true love, that we were soulmates. Now, all that seemed like a joke. I wanted to rush out and tear off their hypocritical masks right then and there. But reason stopped me. I quietly pulled the door open a crack. "Mr. Colby, I believe that your intention is sincere, but my sister has been missing for twenty years, and our family has been deceived too many times over the years. Do you have any concrete proof that she's my sister?" The man on the couch called Lucas Shaw spoke with a calm yet sharp tone.