House Cheats Sims 4 Novels & Stories

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]

It was nice and comfy, almost as if there was a lot of love in the atmosphere. However, I looked inside, and I didn't see anyone, so that's why I asked him, "but there's no one here." He gave me an explanation and said, "yes, because it's the working time. However, the chef is in the kitchen right now." Then, an elderly woman materialized, and as she approached Asher and me, she bowed her head respectfully. Asher politely requested of her, "Please prepare an exceptional soup for our queen. Also, bring me the first aid kit, because she has been Injured."

“She’ll love you. You’re smart, beautiful, funny—everything.” She sighed. “I’m sorry for covering earlier. But that girl is… something else. I’ve only seen that kind of move in movies.” He smirked. “Clearly she wanted a piece of me.” Chelle raised a brow. “Too late. I already got you.” They both laughed. Suddenly, a sharp smell hit the air. Chelle’s eyes widened. “Oh my God. My mac and cheese!” She sprinted to the kitchen. Simon followed, peering into the pot. “Well,” he said carefully, “I think it’s… very cooked.”

AUDREY For the first time in a long time, I felt quite happy as today was a very special day for us. Vickie and the other maids set the table with different kinds of delicacies, especially my personal favourite, pumpkin pie and cheesecake for dessert. Richard sat beside me and smiled at the chicken breast in front of him. “Thank God I'm not celebrating Thanksgiving in the hospital.” He muttered. I smiled back at him, but then it faded in an instant. Kevin and Claire walked elegantly toward the table and sat beside one another as Claire smirked at me.

Seemingly realizing he had misspoken, he turned away and added, "Whatever. There's a family dinner tonight, so don't forget to be there." After a pause, he explained, "This room is the quietest in the house, and Valeria needs rest, so she and the baby will be staying here for now. I've moved your belongings to the storage room in the south wing. Do this for me, Shelby. Don't cause trouble today and tarnish your reputation as Mrs. Donaldson." I gave him a long, cold look and walked out. Since I was leaving, which room I stayed in no longer mattered. I found the gold hairpin in the storage room and carefully tucked it away. After removing the wedding ring from my finger, I casually tossed it i

However, the moment I opened the door, the stench that filled my nostrils nearly made me hurl. The living room was covered in takeout boxes. Some of the soup had spilled on the floor and dried up until it formed a sticky, dark stain. The couch was covered in wrinkled clothes, and there were empty beer cans on the tea table. The trash can was overflowing, and flies were buzzing above it. Reading together with Dolce? Really? My heart sank. “Dolce?” I put my suitcase down and walked around the couch. In the next second, I froze.

She might not meet up with him. As I ate, Winona lovingly served me food, even instructing me to bring the seafood stew she made for me to work. As I watched the steam waft up from the stew, I thought I had been too harsh last night. How could I have thought my wife would cheat on me? Still, the doubt lingered. In the back of my mind, something told me that I should check if Winona would meet up with that man. Thus, I lay in wait in the stairwell near room 8102.

So, the barbeque shop was my investment alone, and the house had been a gift from my parents. "We heard there's a new drug overseas that can cure HIV," Laurence said, his tone suddenly serious. "It's your fault we're like this. You have to help us get the treatment we need." "Yeah, Dakota," Zoey added. "This is your responsibility." I wanted to slap them both across the face for their shamelessness. It wasn't like I forced them to participate in threesomes, and it wasn't my fault they got infected. Just as I was about to respond, I saw the police crouching in the corner, signaling to me.

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo