Novel & Cerita I Cheated On My Girlfriend And She Cheated On Me

She has been cheating on me for six months. “Your girlfriend is a good fuck, but that's not the reason we're here, right boy?” The corner of his lips lift in a cocky smile and I feel my blood boil. I had been cheated on for six good months. My girlfriend has been fucking my boss behind my back and to think we have sex too, I want to throw up. “Where have you been? Nikolai is not dead.” He gives me a hard look afterward and I roll my eyes before reaching for the back of my trousers to pull out my gun.

AIDEN “Well I didn’t do anything wrong now have I?” Selina, my girlfriend of two years ask me. I just saw her a few minutes ago making out with another boy. That’s why i decide to confront her. And she replied me like nothing happen. Like it just normal. Well its not her fault completely. I also did play with other girls and then left them. So i have no way to complain “What do you mean?! You fucking just cheated on me and you are asking what have you done?” I asked her fuming in rage. I thought she loved me like I did but looks like she is just using me.

"You have no right." "No right? You've been my girlfriend for six years." I scoff, planting my hands on my hips. "You were my boyfriend for six years. I was your girlfriend for two." He pulls a face as if I'm spewing nonsense. Of course, it's all nonsense to him. Intelligent conversation, facts that prove him wrong, trying to make him understand what he's doing wrong, it's all nonsense to him. "My girlfriend for two? What are you talking about?" "That's when you first cheated on me."

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

Whom I was too chicken shit to tell, and sort of broke up with instead. “Why is this something I did?” I bristle defensively, even though it is. I told her I didn’t feel that way and can’t seem to stop obsessing over it, regardless. My heads so far up my ass, I literally haven’t slept in days. Right now, even eating is a chore. I broke up with said girlfriend, because I literally have not been able to touch her since I kissed my best friend in a moment of craziness. It felt like I was cheating on Sophie, the second I saw Natasha, even though it’s stupidly absurd, and so back to front. I cheated on Natasha, by kissing Sophie, but my brain won’t compute that, and haven’t even had the balls to

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

eye when I saw one, and I could attest to the fact that Tim was giving one to Pierre and from the looks of things, Pierre was returning it. It was secret, sly even. You'd have to be searching for it to see it. But it was definitely there, alright. It couldn't be helped. I didn't know what to think of it though. I didn't know how to place it, but I was happy for them if that was what they wanted. I mean, I wasn't really the moral voice here when I cheated on my girlfriend with Dante. Yes, she was cheating on me first, but that didn't change anything. We were forcing something that should have died a long time ago, and that led to hell.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?

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

Hours had passed since Aaron left the house. I had dinner with Dad, who tried to get me to talk about what was happening between Aaron and me but I couldn't tell him anything. It’s hard to admit that I was cheated on twice in just two months—first Nathan, and now Aaron. It feels like I'm cursed, and maybe relationships just aren't meant for me. I don’t seem to understand why this keeps happening to me when all I do is love them. I’ve done nothing but love Nathan but he still cheated on me and now Aaron did the same.