Indian Wife Cheating Novels & Stories

“He and my dad met in Montreal. I also heard he's now the COO of Sinclair’s Global.” “True,” I whispered as I spun her around and caught her swiftly. She glared into my eyes as her lips curled upwards. “You really are a good dancer,” she giggled. “It's just a shame that my stupid boyfriend can't dance. In fact, that selfish prick can't do anything.” “Wow,” I muttered a bit stunned. “So, where's he?” “We broke up.” She sighed, bowing her head as she frowned. “He cheated on me with my younger brother.”

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

Alex did recover speedily and just as predicted, after many months, he was able to use his hands again —this was when he started to showed his left side to Lisa. Being his wife has been a thorn in the flesh for her but she couldn't help but pretended as though all was fine. Alex used to be a nice guy when she had recently know him which made it easier to get along with him at first but overnight, he turn a jerk and a pervert. He never for once considered her as his wife since he believed she had forced herself on him. He sees her as a cheap and greedy nurse who had herself hooked up I the name of marriage —he shouldn't be showing love to such monetary union.

Jigyasa asked "Oh by the way hi, I don't know who you are but a free advice do whatever but don't love this man you won't get anything else than pain." Jigyasa said and Mehak bite her lips "How will i tell you that I actually love your husband?" she thought "I have to give you a salute kiaan. I'm really impressed. I mean you're still the same as you were before cheating on Aloki with another girl huh? So who is she? Your new girlfriend? Flavour of the month? Bed partner or mistress?" Jigyasa spat with venom and it did hurt Mehak but she understands that from what this coming from

“I don’t live in my house anymore, baby—” “Don’t call me that.” “But you’re my baby. My woman.” Julian winced when a throb shot through his ribs—but he was over dramatic as it was only pity that kept Lena’s attention on him at the moment. “I am not your woman, Julian,” Lena whispered. “I was yours once but you chose someone else over me. You cheated on me with another woman.” “I never cheated—” “You lied about her. You visited her. Even if you didn’t stick your dick in her, that is also considered cheating.”

I wanted to speak up, but Avanti begged me not to do when our eyes met. I walked back to my bedroom to rest, an hour later, I went downstairs to prepare the dish Abhishek wanted. Avanti came to the kitchen with me to assist, I had no idea how Abhishek overheard our conversation and rebuked her for not assisting me no matter the cost. Abhishek took control of everything, including my phone. He says, that an Indian wife should at least know how to prepare an Indian dish. Did he forget that I am not Indian?

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

We've suffered together, built an empire, have kids and yet this is what he does, behind my back, he's cheating on me. No wonder he hardly touched me these days, with the excuse of being busy and tired, and I was a fool to believe him, to love him still. I set the pictures on the table, my hands shaky, I looked over at the pile of paper on my desk, a name written on it Pattie Paul, the girl he is cheating on me with. I have had a private investigator do a background check on her. She is a model, in a big agency, but was once a thriving model who by mere luck was hired by a bigger agency obviously the work of my husband.

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.

When he finally succeeded, I no longer had a place in his heart. When Anna returned to the country, he rescheduled all his meetings and rushed to the airport to meet her. She lied to him that she had left years ago because of a terminal illness, and she did not want to burden him. He believed her and felt extremely guilty. Since then, he had been very patient, gentle, and loving toward her. He was so lost in her wiles that when I got into a car accident while in labor, Anna had lied to him. She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy.