Infidelity Stories Novels & Stories

But I feel the urge to work in that dive as an act of revenge, because he’s unfaithful to me. On top of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eduardo—the owner of the cabaret and my brother-in-law. I had never cheated on my husband before. It was my first experience with infidelity. And it had been magnificent. I still trembled remembering his touch, his kisses, and the way he made love to me. He made me feel like a living, breathing woman—not just some trophy he bought, the way Cristian makes me feel.

That deal is the reason why they are here right now. Their coffee came alongside some sweets that she ordered. Yuki watched the waiter go away before finally speaking again. “Is it possible even if I don’t have any other evidence?” Even though they already reserved this whole hotel café for themselves, he understands why she is still nervous to start. They are also like this the first time they met. He takes a sip of his coffee before answering her. “Well, I trust that you already know that there are other grounds for annulment, but I would agree to you that infidelity—cheating and, or adultery—is the easiest way out. Though that option is really not possible without evidence; especially if

Whatever the fuck she did, it obviously isn't good. "You wanna hear?" I don't have anything better to do anyways, so I just pulled out a stool and perched my ass on it as Ilana continued her story. "We broke up after I found out he cheated. Long story short? I hooked up with the girlfriend, then we both had a threesome with another ex of his, behind his back. They had no idea who I was- when he found out, he went ballistic. But it was so very satisfying." My eyes widened as the other two ladies hollered loudly. That's wild as fuck.

I knew it was a dishonorable thing to do or even think but the woman is irresistible and she might be my mate. It wasn't an excuse. Faithfulness is a choice, infidelity is likewise and I have cheated on Devlin with lyra so many times. In my head, in reality, in memory. I have been with lyra so many times, even more than the actual times I've been with her. But of course, Devlin didn't need to know that. What she knows or what she thinks she knows is enough knowledge for her. These lewd thoughts, these desires shouldn't come to her knowledge. I can tell she's broken. It will leave her and I didnt want to see Devlin that way.

She kept her gaze on the floor. "You will be my personal release, you will be there whenever I am ready for you. As long as I am not bored of you, you aren't allowed to leave me. Your marriage to my brother is void. We got married first. I am your real husband. If you don't listen to me, I’ll tell him the truth about our steamy night together."

She hated men even more for their infidelity, knowing very well her husband’s character. Although the bitch was shameless and detestable, her husband was even more despicable. It was the fault of Hunter’s unfaithful heart that the woman was involved. If Hunter had been devoted to Belinda, even if the whore climbed into his bed stark naked, he would remain indifferent.

Who'd blamed me for an infection he'd given me and made me feel dirty and ashamed when I'd been nothing but faithful. That memory surfaced suddenly, sharp and vicious. The burning, the pain, the humiliating doctor's visit. Adrian's face when I told him, the disgust in his voice: "How could you be so careless? Who else have you been with?" The accusation of infidelity. The suggestions about my hygiene. The way he'd made me apologize, made me feel like I'd betrayed him. It had been him all along. Him sleeping with Maribel, with God knows who else, and then coming home to me and acting like I was the dirty one.

"Maybe you're just trying to cover up your infidelity with some bullshit story." I stared at him in disbelief, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I whispered, my voice raw with pain. "You think I would put myself through hell, endure the terror and violation of an assault, just to hide an affair that doesn't even exist?" I could see the flicker of doubt in Fed's eyes, the realization that maybe, just maybe, he had gotten it all wrong. But I was too far gone to care, too consumed by the pain and betrayal that threatened to tear me apart from the inside out.

I was completely wrong, I didn't want to listen to anyone but myself and never hear the other side of the story. Because my side was hurt by so many lies and infidelity from a person I loved forever and when I finally thought we were going to live happily ever after, this happens.

When he finally spoke, his tone was low and reluctant, weighed down with a truth that he clearly wished he didn’t have to deliver. “They’re marks,” he said grimly, “left by infidelity. When a bonded mate is unfaithful—whether emotionally or physically—the bond suffers. And in rare cases like this, it manifests physically. The more partners the mate has, the more visible the damage becomes.” The room tilted slightly under me. My breath caught in my throat. “I haven’t touched anyone since I found her!” I blurted out, my voice raw, heart racing with disbelief. The very idea made my skin crawl.