Husband Cheats Novels & Stories

But I do. And it ticks every part of me off. I hate that I do but I can’t help it. My wife is busy having dinner with another man on a non-friendly basis and I cannot stomach that in. Any man living in this country must have seen her on tv the moment we got married, so this person is either daringly bold to carry on with this date after seeing her in person or just plain stupid. I’m sure it’s the latter. The audacity has me baffled.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

On the contrary, I did not find it embarrassing to be washing my wife's undergarments. However, for the first time ever, I felt an agonizing pain shoot through me. There were visible milky stains on Winona's underwear. It was clear that this man could better satisfy Winona. I resisted the urge to cry and interrogate Winona over the phone. Perhaps I was mistaken. I wanted to hide myself away in denial, but the stains right before my eyes kept reminding me that my wife cheated on me. For the first time, I felt extremely useless and powerless. Still, I chose to live in denial.

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

They had been speaking all along. My hands trembled so badly I could barely hold the phone. It almost slipped from my grip. My chest tightened. It felt like my breath was being stolen from me. I wanted to scream—to shout until my voice broke. I knew what I was looking at. I had seen cheating before. And this, without any doubt, was exactly that. Abraham—my husband, the man who had always been the sweetest, the most gentle—had been cheating on me. And not just recently. This had been going on for a long time.

They’re all liars. My husband cheated on me. He betrayed me, and I let him. It’s sickening. You’re so stupid, Kaia.

The sobs broke free then, deep and wrenching, bending me over as I slid down to the floor, face buried in my hands while my whole body shook with the force of it. I rocked back and forth there in the dark, gasping through the pain as every moment replayed crueler than before his forehead kiss to her in the hospital, the distance he'd put between us for months, all the breakfasts ignored and doors slammed shut. My husband was cheating, plain and simple, carrying on with Sophia right under our roof while I'd spent all this time trying to piece together a marriage from nothing. I'd begged with my efforts, chased him through every cold silence and stormy pullback, held onto scraps like they mean

He let out and I laughed. “I’m going to ask you the same questions again, and like I said the other time before I threw you out of my house, if you tell me the truth, then I’ll consider changing my mind. It’s your stubbornness that’s dragging this whole thing. Were you cheating on me, Will?” I asked carefully. “Never!” He replied almost immediately and I smiled.

Out of nowhere, I heard the slap of bodies coming from the bathroom, along with a woman's breathy moans and my husband's low groans. But my husband, Robert Hayes, was the only person in there! Frowning, I pushed the bathroom door open. Robert's hands were frozen in midair, clenched into fists, and every muscle in his body was tense. He swallowed hard. I was about to go in when lines of text suddenly started scrolling across my vision like comments on a livestream. [He's doing it with Emma Bennett's best friend, Selena Reed, right under Emma's nose. He's wild!] [No wonder Robert was willing to drop over a million dollars on an invisibility potion.] [Doing it with Emma watching must be even ho