Infidelity Stories Novels & Stories

“Now, get back to work. There is still much to be done. I’ll head on over and talk to Xeraphina.” Everything that happened yesterday has left me crying nonstop. I’m overwhelmed by a combination of hurt and anger. My heart shattered once again. I can still feel the sting of his betrayal, like a raw wound that refuses to heal. It’s as if he deliberately chose to ignore the undeniable connection we share as fated mates. Instead, he brazenly married another, flaunting his infidelity right in front of me, surrounded by a sea of women whose numbers I lost track of. The scene plays over and over inside my head like a cruel, heart-wrenching symphony, each woman a painful note, reminding me of his be

“She tried to sabotage my company, and when I found out, I called off the engagement immediately.” His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken anger. I studied his face, searching for any sign of deception, but he held my gaze firmly. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked. “Because it doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone clipped. “Delilah is my past, Emma. You are my wife. Focus on the present.” “Your wife?” I repeated bitterly. “You mean the woman you married for convenience, not love. How am I supposed to trust you when you treat me like a stranger?”

Women have been my most common failures and for as long as I could remember I haven't been successful with the ladies I've met over the decades ; even presently, my relationship with my girlfriend Kemi had recently collapsed. For years, I've been asking myself what is it I've been doing that ruins my relationship with women but it turns out i'm not the one with fault cause as far as I'm concerned I've been doing every righteous qualities a man fulfils in a relationship. It's the ladies that I date that have the problem and the reason behind every downfall of my relationship was Infidelity (cheating). Even my present relationship that collapsed was because of cheating, I don't have evidence t

The hope of becoming a sakinah mawadah warahmah family was quickly rejected, dashed when the lawsuit was brought to court. Including Haziya now, sometimes she feels she has faults and shortcomings so that Shabir betrays their sacred promise and love. Whatever the reason, infidelity can never be understood because cheating is only done by people who feel that they are better than their partners and are never grateful for the figure of a life partner who has accompanied them in difficult times. "Thank you, Bang," said Haziya. "You're welcome, I don't really help Ziya much," said Zaweel.

She replies. Has honest and loving a man can be, there was no way he'd be faultless and hasn't done the things men do; they're prone to cheat, it's in their nature and it kills me to know that they're women out there that foolishly put their entire trust in their husbands; boyfriend and lover.

But I don’t remember him kissing me last night, Parker would never do that. “More distressing is the fact that I also find out that you are my son’s mate,” the Alpha says his anger slapping me in the face, “Infidelity is a serious crime Cassandra Collins,” the way he spits my name out like it is poison. “N…no…no this never happened,” I try to defend myself, “These pictures are doctored.” “Are you sure,” one of the men asks, “Your infidel partner has already confessed.”

I had never been this close to a man before, but that didn’t mean I was naïve. I lived in a part of New York where infidelity was rampant. Just last week, the entire block had gossiped about a married woman caught in a car with another man right in front of her deadbeat husband’s house. "I've fallen in love with you, Lana. I know you feel the same. But I haven't had sex in weeks because your mom is always passed out drunk, and I'm feeling desperate. Do you want me to go out and bring someone home? You know she’ll kick you and your mom out, and do you really want to end up living in the streets again like before?"

“Well, today, I’m going to expose your true colors!” She grabbed the remote control and started a presentation on the big screen. “Exhibit A: Anna, the supposedly dedicated doctor who’s always there for the patients, but she knowingly went after a married man! “I’ve been with Jason’s father, Mark Hamilton, for years. Anna knew he was married, yet she still called him constantly, interfering in our lives.” My gaze snapped to the screen, where a list of call records was displayed. The “evidence” was simply a log of calls between me and my husband.

I read the text of the email, and the world seems to tilt on its axis. “Meet the real Violetta,” the message begins. It goes on to detail a sordid narrative I don't recognize. It claims that my divorce isn't a result of my husband’s betrayal, but my own. It says I have been in a long-term, clandestine relationship with the man in the photo. It claims I moved to this city not for a career, but to continue an affair that began months ago. It paints me as a calculated cheater who fled my home state to hide my infidelity while draining my husband’s assets.

Bill was by far the most suitable candidate that she had found. She inhaled deeply before posing the final question. “I’d like to share my story too after listening to yours. The main reason that caused my previous marriage to fail was that my mother-in-law could not accept my infertility. My husband had also cheated on me to be with another woman. If you choose to be with me, that means we’re all each other has as we’ll not have any child. Are you still willing to go out with me despite this?”