Husband Cheats Novels & Stories

I had talked her ears off with praises of my husband from the moment we started the session. “Again, your weird morals,” I mused. “Judging from all you’ve done, I don’t think you’re the type of man to mind fúcking someone’s wife if she was willing.” He grimaced. “But I am. Matter of fact, I detest cheating.” “Me too.”

The Twins stare at me for a long moment—as if they couldn't hear me at first—but then when the words settled in their eyes narrowed in disbelief. “What did you say?“ Kieran asked, his voice was deep but barely audible. I swallowed hard, and said the words again —louder and clearer, “My husband is cheating on me with my sister and as a rebel against him, I want you to fuck me.“ Their lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Did you think you can handle us both?“ Kael asked.

Yesterday, I caught my husband cheating on me with a man. Not just any man, but his assistant, Caleb. The same assistant who helped me bring him lunch, the same assistant I’d seen working with him in the middle of the night, and the same assistant who helped him pick my wedding ring. I didn’t interrupt them though. I just shut the door and walked back to the poolside, soaking until the sun went down. I couldn’t even bring myself to lie on our bed. I slept on the couch in our bedroom instead.

“Grace, you don’t have to explain anything…” “No, I do,” I interrupted, swallowing. “Because this…” I touched his chest lightly, my fingers brushing the lines of muscle,“was the first time I’ve felt something that didn’t hurt in a long time.” His brows softened but he didn’t speak. I inhaled shakily. “My husband,” I said. “He’s been cheating on me.” Ethan’s jaw tightened instantly. “How long?” he asked quietly. “I don’t even know,” I whispered. “I only found out recently. I heard her voice on the phone.”

“You see, my arrival in Canada and the purchase of the hospital were not a simple whim… well, maybe a little. But this goes much deeper. I want us to talk business.” He picked up a glass of wine and took a slow sip. “I’m listening,” I said. There was something about him that completely captured my attention. He looked determined, confident—like someone who always knew exactly what he wanted. “First, we need to do something about your husband,” he said bluntly. “I don’t like seeing a child treat such a beautiful woman that way. He doesn’t deserve you, and everyone knows it… well, almost everyone.” He looked at me expectantly, as if suggesting I was the only one who hadn’t realized it yet.

Until the last Charity gala Jasmine hosted for the company. I raced to the door to exit and I looked up back to him on stage then our eyes locked and he saw a face I had buried. Dominic. My husband. Still legally my husband because you can't divorce a corpse. The tabloids said he was in Pittsburgh. "Billionaire Dominic Ashford critically injured has been transferred to a private facility in Pittsburgh." He wasn't in Pittsburgh or did he discharge himself against medical advice after three days. Because the man never knew how to stay down.

“Do you normally approach emotionally unstable women at lounges?” “Only on special occasions.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he continued. “Most people here are pretending to be important or pretending to be happy. You at least seem honest.” Something about that made me unexpectedly quiet. Maybe because I hadn’t felt understood in a very long time. I lowered my gaze to my drink again, watching the ice shift against the glass. “My husband’s cheating on me.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. His expression shifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

On Valentine's Day, my husband, Michael Graham, breaks the promise we made to have dinner together. Left with no choice, I call my brother, Owen Sinclair, to pick me up. When we arrive at the restaurant, I find Michael, who claimed he was working late, having dinner with another woman. He doesn't look the least bit guilty when he sees me. Instead, he demands, "Who is he?" My daughter, Bella Graham, nervously hides behind Owen and calls out to him. Michael immediately blows up. "So, you were seeing another man behind my back?" I'm livid, but I patiently explain, "He's my brother." That only makes him angrier. "I bet he's your boyfriend. You shameless cheater. I want a divorce." With

After ten years of agreeing to remain child-free with my husband, Scott Gibson, he suddenly tells me that his first love, Claire Tate, is pregnant with his child. His friends immediately step in and try to talk some sense into me. "Jenna, don't be upset. Scott just wants to leave an heir for his family." "Claire and Scott haven't had it easy all these years." "Besides, you can't even have kids. Are you seriously going to throw away his family's massive fortune?" Claire blinks innocently, placing a hand on her belly. "Jenna, I really love Scott. I don't want his family to end up without an heir." They sound so sincere, but just last night, they secretly called me barren. Scott is drink