Husband Cheats Novels & Stories

her mother asked, noticing the look on her face. It made Viviane’s heart clench because she knew this was going to break her. She knew it, and still, she couldn’t stop herself. “What’s wrong?” Viviane laughed, “I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Mom. Your perfect husband here, the man you’ve been married to for what, thirty years now? He’s a fucking cheater.” Her mother’s face went pale, the blood draining from her cheeks so fast Viviane thought she might faint. She looked at her husband, then back at Viviane, blinking like she couldn’t process what she’d just heard. “What... what are you saying?”

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

"If my health is compromised, there's a chance it might not work in the future." Paige replied, "...It can't be that serious." Chris raised an eyebrow. "You don't believe me?" Paige nodded and said, "Women all over the world get pregnant. It's not just me. Other women go through it too. How do their partners handle it?" Chris said, "Did you miss what Lisa told you just now? Husbands are most likely to cheat during their wife's pregnancy. As for other men... they stray." Paige hesitated and replied, "Even if some do, that's only a small percentage. What about the majority?"

Moments later, the sweet scent of tea lingered in the interrogation room. Holding the cup with her lean fingers, she didn’t drink it. Wearing a nonchalant expression, she told her tale leisurely. “I hate my husband! He was cheating on me with Gianna before we were married. They were lovers back then, but he failed to bring it up when he pursued me. “Of course, Gianna wasn’t the only one. He has a ton of them back in our country. “We were still married when he consistently slept with his many different lovers. At first, I couldn’t take it because I used to love him!

I was on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the corner, covering myself tightly with my nightgown, staring at the floor, still having the vivid image of the sex scene I witnessed between my husband and my brother-in-law's wife moments ago. “Just shut the fuck up, Bruce, for God’s sake!” His father yelled at him. “Can you stop being a complete idiot for a moment? You just cheated on your wife with your own brother's wife to make it even more dirty. How do you think Harald will act when he finds this shit out, you fucking asshole?” Charles seemed to be furious with his son. “And what about Candace?” asked Glory, Charles' wife.

John asked. I saw Taylor’s jaw clenched and his face turned even darker. I can read it clearly from his expression, he don’t want me to utter another word. I smirked at him and walked to face his family. “My husband here cheated on me with his business partner. A girl, yes, and that girl is shoving a huge fucking dildo in my husband’s butt-hole! Now tell me again to forgive this bastard and move on from this problem.” They all went paled. I don’t know what Taylor looks like since he was standing quietly behind me.

Choe echoed my words. “Okay, I trust you. Thank you. So, to be honest, my marriage is in trouble. Everyone thinks I have a perfect marriage and family. In reality, it’s not like that. Some time ago, I received a mysterious letter asking me to spy on my wife, and luckily, I trusted the letter. The letters kept coming, and I also spied on my wife several times. The result is that she’s cheating, but the way she covers it up is so neat and unbelievable. Something I never would have thought of as a man. It turns out the person who sent the letters to us is a woman who is the wife of the man my wife is cheating with. Tomorrow, my wife is going on a trip with two men. One of them is her lover. Act

"That's Nathan Marshal, the cheating scumbag everyone's been talking about!" "Wait, isn't he supposed to be a national heartthrob?" someone else asked, confusion lacing their words. A man nearby snorted. "Where have you been? The truth came out weeks ago. While his wife was pregnant, he was cheating on her with that woman. There's even a video online!" "I saw that too," another voice chimed in, disgust clear in their tone. "His whole family is insane. His mother lied to his wife and claimed the mistress was a cousin. They even let her move into their house!"

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."

Just that one—centered, focused, quiet. A photo you’d never post, but wouldn’t delete. “Celina?” Gabriel called again, his voice closer this time. “Did you hear me?” Her spine snapped straight. A big part of her heart dropped. Does her husband's cheating? Shit. She fumbled the phone, nearly dropping it. The image was still open, frozen on that smile. She locked the screen. Tossed it back on the bed. The bathroom door creaked open. “There you are,” Gabriel said, stepping out with damp hair and a towel slung low on his hips. “Didn’t you hear me?”