Husband Cheats Novels & Stories

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

"My husband is a billionaire now. He can give me any amount of money I want. If I am going to suck a cock, it will be a billionaire's cock. Not yours." I chuckled. "I wonder what your billionaire husband would say if he saw a video of his wife getting fucked by another man." She froze. Her face went pale. "You are bluffing." I took out my phone. I scrolled through it slowly. "There were cameras all over that resort room. I could send a video to your husband right now." "If you do that," she said carefully, "your wife finds out you are cheating too." I shrugged. "That is not a big deal. I will always find a way to beg my wife. She loves me too much. She cannot live without me."

The possessiveness in his voice made my soaking core clench even harder. When he finally pulled back, I could feel the mark throbbing on my neck. A bruise. A claim. A defiance to morality itself. He reached into the back seat and grabbed a handful of napkins from a fast-food bag. Then he started cleaning me up, wiping the mess from my thighs with surprising gentleness. “We should head out,” he said, dabbing at the slick mess on my skin. “Get some air. Relax a little.” I stared at him. “Relax? Christian, my husband just accused me of cheating. I can’t relax.”

My heart sank, I couldn’t believe it. I pinched myself and rubbed my eyes, to be sure I was seeing the right thing, I wanted to be sure that this wasn’t a nightmare. I opened my eyes widely open, and nothing changed, it was the truth, I wasn’t imagining things. My husband was cheating on me, our marriage wasn’t even a week yet. My husband is a cheat. My head made a loud sound, sending my whole body shaking. “Harder, Sebastian!” The woman moaned, pulling Sebastian down to herself, as she took his lips.

It was her husband, the love of her life, cheating on her by sleeping with a random girl. Never even in her wildest dream, she imagined her husband will ever cheat on her. They have spent centuries together, supported each other in their good and bad times, seen era’s changing together. He was her love at first sight. She accepted him even when he was a monster and she was a little girl. She always loved him with all her heart. She accepted him with all his flaws. All she wanted from him was to love her and be loyal to her. Can’t he only do that for her? Not even for once, she ever looked at another guy then how her husband can do such a disgusting thing with her! How can he hurt her like th

I thought that reasoning would work out but I was wrong. “No, that can’t be it. I know your menstrual cycle and it doesn’t fall at the last weeks of every month. So tell me, why is it that you keep avoiding to let me have you, huh? Was it because you don’t want me anymore? Are you becoming a rebell now? Or is it because you’re having an affair with someone else?” I have never been so humiliated in my life so much as to how my very own husband think so ill of me. This would have been the very worst day for me as Justin finally let it out from his mouth that actually believed that I could cheat on him.

His apology wasn’t going to bring her back. “I beg you, Rebecca,” he continued, his eyes pleading. “I don’t know what came over me. You gave me everything a wife could give, and I threw it all away. I cheated on you with some chick in my office.” There it was again. Another lie, as transparent as glass. His tone was almost dismissive as he referred to his secretary as'some chick.’ If she had meant so little to him, would he have married her the second I was out of the picture? My lips curled into a smirk. The hypocrisy was laughable.

“What did he do?” I couldn't answer. “Who did he cheat on you with?” I gasped. “Don't tell me you're surprised. They're men, that's what they do. They cheat, but they always return home.” How would I explain that this wasn't just a simple case of a man cheating? My husband was gone. He was deep rooted in Emma. He wasn't with her for sex, he was obsessed. “Girl, talk to me. I'm all ears.” I took a deep breath. I revealed everything I could.

Her husband really had been cheating on her for years. "Are you okay, sis? Why are you suddenly quiet? You even stopped drinking your beer." Jessica's chain of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by Tammy's questions, and she blinked as she shifted her gaze to look at the younger woman. "I'm fine," she replied as she continued sipping her beer. "If I told you that my husband had been cheating on me this whole time, would you believe me?" Tammy's eyes, which were framed by round glasses, widened when she heard Jessica's question. "What did you just say? Is it true that your husband is cheating on you?" She asked in disbelief.