Husband Cheats Novels & Stories

He just stared at me, baffled, as if he couldn't understand why I was so calm. Every other time I'd caught him cheating, I'd made a scene. I'd wrecked his car, smashed the antiques in the house, and sent every one of his mistresses away to another city. The eighth time, when I caught him in a hotel with a stranger, I'd held a knife to him and sworn that if it happened again, I'd drive it through his heart. Even with my parents and brother calling me a madwoman, I wouldn't back down. But when I saw him holding Giuliana, I didn't have the strength to raise a hand.

Ann Hartigan had been sexually unresponsive for years, but I once caught her pleasuring herself to a photo of her male protégé. That was how I knew she'd fallen for him. Later, when Craig McDermott's showboating in the operating room left my mother paralyzed, I gave Ann two choices: send him to prison, or divorce me. She spent the whole night out on the balcony in the cold, and by the next morning, she'd handed over the evidence of Craig's fatal error. After that, she became medicine's celebrated "devoted wife," and the two of us went back to being as loving as ever. One day, I slipped into an awards ceremony at Ann's hospital, hoping to surprise her. The moment I walked in, I saw the

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

"I came all the way here to catch a mistress!" She pointed at the car she had been threatening to smash. "That's Winston's car. His mistress is hiding inside and too terrified to come out right now, while he has left to buy cigarettes in the convenience store. "Come on, Alera. Help me drag that whore out of the car!" Her words made me laugh in sheer fury. Winston cheated on her, yet she was still desperately clinging to him. "I have zero interest in your drama," I announced, then turned around to leave. But in the next second, she dropped to her knees right in front of me.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

His anger broke loose. He caught her wrists and pinned them against the wall, and he kissed her again, harder, with none of the control he usually carried. "Kieran, let go." She twisted her head away, and he followed. "Let go of me!" She struggled, but he was stronger, and her back was against the wall. His mouth came down on hers, rough and possessive, and she could not turn away from it. Then the image of the video flashed through her mind. Kieran and Valentina, holding each other and kissing. The sight of her husband being so intimate with her best friend was still painfully clear in her memory.

She confessed to me as my heart sank. It took me a moment to respond as my stomach filled with boulders that pulled it down deep into the depths of despair. My husband had been cheating on me for the past 4 months, and I didn't even realize it. He had been telling me that he was working on expanding our tavern into the city, trying to find the perfect property and secure the permits. I was truly flabbergasted by the information, and incredibly disheartened. "Um, no, its um, I gotta go. Thanks for being honest with me Stacey. I truly do appreciate it." I told her quickly doing my best to contain my emotions.

William went to the bathroom to take a shower while Valeria leaned against the headboard and scrolled through her phone. Her search history was full of answers regarding the question, "How to help husband who is tired from taking care of a pregnant wife." She read all the answers with a racing heart. Some people said that men have cheating instincts. What would happen if he was unsatisfied and went out to cheat? The word "cheating" gave her a fright since she would die if the man she loved the most cheated on her.

"It’s really interesting, as the sound of her loud moans also turned me on." I lowered my head in embarrassment. "It's so funny that you had seven rounds with her when you hardly even finished the third round with me, always claiming that you were tired or had back pain, or perhaps you thought your disc slipped or just any ridiculous excuse, and you slept with her for seven fucking rounds. That's totally amazing, Cassius. I had no idea you were so good like that." "Mary, I..." "Do not talk, I'm still talking. What right does a man who cheated out of his matrimony have after shoving his wife's dignity and trust into the mud?"

She shook her head. I could not believe she was the one telling me this when her husband had cheated on her numerous times, I mean even when she was pregnant, he had cheated with another woman and ended up with a bastard son. She was only a trophy wife, the woman that Emmett Stetson kept by his side only for public appearances and to keep face.