Indian Wife Cheating Novels & Stories

"You both decided to come. Don't stand there alright." I stated and looked away. Both walked to our table then sat down, "So who is cheating on who?" Nathan asked again, he was the one that asked before. "My wife" I responded casually. "You mean she has been cheating on you with Dr. Emmanuel and Owen?" Harrison asked in disbelief. "That's right. She did, not minding that these two men are related to me in one way or the other. I can't do anything about it. She never loved me and I never did so I don't see a reason for us to remain in this marriage."

I had barely sat down at my desk when the influencer who called herself Sweetheart recognized me. She tossed a stack of files onto my desk. “Go get me a coffee.” I stared at her in silence. Her name was Tessa Quinn, and she looked uncannily like me. She was exactly Eugene’s type. Could my husband, the man who claimed to love me so deeply, really be keeping a mistress at the office behind my back? I didn’t want to alert her. Even if I was going to divorce him, I needed to gather evidence first.

she opened first page which had a family photo, there were new three familiar figures in it. "This is Lavanya, Angesh's wife and one word is enough to describe her, bitch. She is exact female replica of him, she has multiple outside affairs but he cares least as she doesn't stop him from getting his ways out, no matter which girl he messes with, a shit example of an open marriage” disgust and anger were dripping from her voice, her nose scrunched in feeling sick at them before adding “But they are afraid of tarnishing their lovey-dovey couple image. If you want, you can use it. The next page contains the names of all those with whom they have affairs, whether it was a one-night stand or a mo

The messages were right there. Dozens of them. To a woman named “Lila.” Young, from the pictures, barely twenty-five, with a tight body, perky tits, and no stretch marks. Pictures of her in lingerie. Pictures of Marco’s cock. Videos of them fucking in hotel rooms. Promises that he was going to “finally leave the cow” soon. I felt like I was going to be sick. He was actively cheating on me — the wife who had given him five beautiful children and sacrificed her body for their family.

They played answer true, the title said it all. “Oh, come on, me? Ugh,” Katrina, one of the pioneer of the company, “Okay, shoot,” she defeatedly said, so people around her cheer, “Uhm, my husband cheated on me—with another guy,” I heard different reactions from the team, “However, I already knew it, before we got married, and had a son, I let him go with the guy,” “How about your relationship with your son?” Diana asked, she’s a mom too.

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.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"Come on. Don't tell me that's why you didn't even bother to greet me when you came back. You shouldn't let that bother you. It's just cleaning, so..." "Are you kidding me? It's just cleaning? Is my wife meant to clean the house when you have a maid you pay to do that for you? It's acceptable if you don't have a maid, but you have a maid. Have you been doing worse to her while I was away?" He scoffs angrily, as he clenches his fists beside him. "Is it because of that thing you're talking to me in that manner? Is it because of that street urchin yours disrespecting me? That gold digger?" Mrs. Thompson scoffs angrily.

She stated warningly, clearly telling me that she in not going to listen anything regarding Rudra. What a loving wife, who cannot stand her husband insulting her so called best friend. " Angry really, Ananya, I am not angry , I am fucking furious, not only because of what happened at the house back then but also for the fact when I found out that my wife is cheating on me, that too with my closest friend." Her eyes went wide as if she couldn't believe her ears. Take that, I know the truth of your so called best friendship. I feel pity for Rehana.