I Cheated Myself Like I Knew I Would นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It's all Claire's fault… she wants to come between us. I swear I—” “Claire?” I snapped at him, clenching my fists, “You cheated on me in my own house, with my little sister and now you're trying to play the victim?” “It's not true babe,” Kevin said, stretching his hand to touch me, “You know I love you so much, and I would never—” Rage surged in my throat that moment, and before he could finish speaking, I turned swiftly as my palm cracked against his cheek, the sound slicing through the silence. Kevin stumbled back, stunned.

I couldn’t face her smugness, her control, not when I was already breaking. I staggered to the bathroom, my reflection in the mirror a ghost—pale, eyes sunken, bloodshot, guilt etched into every line. My fingers gripped the sink, knuckles white, as I stared at myself, the truth sinking in. Fuck! I’d cheated on Lucian, betrayed the man who’d thrown himself over me, taking a blast to save my life. My chest tightened, tears burning as I splashed water on my face, my hands trembling.

Chapter 2: I Realized My New Stepbrother Is the Man Who Bred Me My pussy is still sore when I pull into Mom’s driveway two weeks later. Every bump in the road makes me feel him again — that thick cock stretching me open, flooding me. Ethan’s cum is nothing compared to the way Damien left me leaking for days. God, what the fuck is wrong with me? I cheated. I let a stranger ruin me. And now I can’t stop touching myself thinking about it.

And for a second, I felt like absolute trash. She pulled back, tilting her head. “Huh. You smell fresh. When did you shower?” I kept my face blank. “When I got in. Had to get the pub off me.” She nodded, satisfied, then disappeared into the bathroom. The second the water started running, I collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt like the worst kind of person. I loved my wife. I loved my family. I had never cheated before. But now I had.

Which was depressing enough as it was, but--- Shit! “I need you to leave,” I found myself saying, and, running a hand down my face, I let myself fall back onto the chair. A sudden overflow of shame and guilt overpowered my emotions. I didn’t know why. I had no reason to be. Hell, I had done worse than fuck a girl while thinking about someone else. Even several else’s! Why did it suddenly feel like I was cheating?! “What?” Laurel's squeaky voice pulled me back to the present. She looked confused, as if I was speaking another language. But all her hesitation did was annoy me and my wolf wasn't much better off. We wanted her off us.

A day that I was going to remember for life. I was snuggling with my pillow with a cocky smile and then something hit my mind. I immediately jolted out of my bed and then came into the right state of my mind. I was still pondering over what happened last night and then it hit my mind. This can't be happening, this can't be happening to be, I can't be a cheater, I'm not a cheater. I can't believe what I did. I kissed Sean.

It was no blessing for it allowed my pulsating conscience to weigh down upon me with crushing guilt as I curled into a ball and clenched my eyes shut. Oh shit, Felix. I’ve cheated on him. I groaned as a wave of self-loathing made me pull the bedcovers over my head.

• • • • • STELLA • • • • • I did suspect I was being moved by the hormones to sob over a less issue. Jeremy gaped blandly at me like I had lost it but I didn’t give a damn as more tears poured from my eyes. I cheated on my husband! The feeling was so hurtful that I had the urge to beat myself up. The tears had blinded my eyes and everything appeared blur. I wiped off the liquid and blinked rapidly as he walked to me.

ADRIAN'S POV Cheating has always been a part of me— something I can’t seem to let go of, no matter how hard I try. Even when I was with Marcus, I promised myself it would be different. I told myself I wouldn’t mess things up. But it wasn’t that easy. It’s not that I don’t love Marcus. I do. He’s the only one who ever made me feel seen. But sometimes I think maybe I was just made wrong— like cheating is something built into me, something I can't erase.

As she gazed out the window at the twinkling city lights below, a sense of regret gnawed at her heart, filling her with a deep sense of shame. Whispering to herself in the stillness of the night, Christine's voice was barely more than a breath, filled with anguish and self-recrimination. "I wish I had never cheated," she murmured, the words barely audible even to her own ears. The truth of her actions weighed heavily on her conscience, a constant reminder of the pain she had caused to those she loved most.