Husband Cheats Novels & Stories

During the Thanksgiving holiday, my husband claims an emergency came up at work, leaving me to travel to Saintford alone. Three days into the journey, a sudden wave of nausea hits me. A quick check reveals I'm six weeks pregnant. I quietly reschedule my flight home for that very night, eager to surprise him. As I board, another woman and I try to stow our white suitcases in the overhead bin at the same time. The bags are identical, down to the matching straps. Smiling, she explains, "My boyfriend picked this out. Guess his taste is pretty generic after all." As luck would have it, her seat is right next to mine. As the plane begins to taxi, she leans in and drops her voice to a myster

Everyone in Chicago said the same thing: Leonardo Rizzo, the cold, ruthless Don of the Rizzo family, had vanished. It had started a month earlier, when Esme Vale, the most famous fortune teller in the city, told us our marriage was like the moon. "When your marriage shines brightest, a stranger will enter your lives, and it will go dark for good, like the moon swallowed by an eclipse." After that, Leonardo stopped directing the family's gang wars. He stopped going down to the docks to oversee the shipments. He never left the house anymore. He never left my side. He cooked every one of my meals himself and picked out everything I wore. His fear of losing me had become an obsession. All that n

"Oh, like if he actually does die you wouldn't have a replacement for him. You want ne dead so you could go be with your fucking mistress you pile of cheating garbage" My voice waa loud and full of rage as I yelled at him. He face contorted in disapproval, he seemed fed up with me and he couldn't take it anymore, he yelled at me. "You're the cheat, you've been cheating on me since the day we got married and you never even wanted thjs marriage, you hated being married to me and you cheated on me severally. You didn't want the kids, you didn't love them that's why you have no picture with them because you dony care about them. Our marriage is like this because of you. You are horrible Elysia,

"You both decided to come. Don't stand there alright." I stated and looked away. Both walked to our table then sat down, "So who is cheating on who?" Nathan asked again, he was the one that asked before. "My wife" I responded casually. "You mean she has been cheating on you with Dr. Emmanuel and Owen?" Harrison asked in disbelief. "That's right. She did, not minding that these two men are related to me in one way or the other. I can't do anything about it. She never loved me and I never did so I don't see a reason for us to remain in this marriage."

"I want you. Don't deny me this. Make me feel like a woman again." "And what about your husband?" I swallowed hard and managed a feeble answer. I didn't want to disrespect her. Her face clouded with uneasiness and she took a sip of her drink. "What about him? Do you think I was lying to you when I told you I have a deadbeat as a husband?" I could tell she was getting annoyed from her tone and her brows that pulled into an annoyed frown. "He's nothing more than his sperm donor. Do you know how many girls that idiot has cheated on me with? Apparently, he has a fetish for younger girls. You know how insulting that made me feel."

She stares at me in shock and surprise before frowning. "Let me be clear: I’ve tried calling him, and he’s not picking up. Your husband is a lying, scheming bastard. I’m just here to inform you that he’s been having an affair with me for the past year. We’ve been on and off, but I assure you, we’ve been having frequent sex, and I’m not the only woman he’s been seeing. Here, I have pictures of his other affairs. He’s been cheating on you from the very beginning."

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

I bit out. "You don't need to know," he snapped. "I need to know," I said resolutely, not backing down. "Seven months," he said reluctantly. I felt air escaping my lungs and I almost collapsed from the pain. My husband had been cheating on me for seven months. I felt so sick I wanted to throw up. He went to where Bianca was still lying on the bed, with a smug look on her face and held her hands as he stared at me and said those four earth shattering words

This came at the worst possible timing. Not when I just found out that my scumbag of a husband has been cheating on me throughout our marriage. Mike Henderson was the perfect husband on paper. He was the alpha of our state, and he also was a multimillionaire and incredibly handsome. Everyone says that his wife would be incredibly lucky to have a husband like him. If only they knew the amount of pain I had been subjected to for the past six years of being married to him. “Look! Mike Henderson!” The girl beside me gushed. My heart dropped at the mention of my husband— almost ex-husband’s name. I raised my head to see what they were looking at and I saw his face on the television with a broad s

Zack grunted in annoyance. He smelled the dampened towel which now smelled of garlic before throwing it on a nearby couch and, using his fingers, tussled his hair. "I could never understand why people cheat on their spouses. Especially the ones they made vows to," Zack shook his head. "Because it's fun?" Chris grinned. "It's my fault, the whole scene that was caused, and what my wife did to you." A voice came, making both Zack and Chris turn their heads towards the door, and it was none other than the cheating husband.