Is Emotional Cheating Worse Than Physical Mga Nobela at Kwento

However, his facial expression and demeanor already gave away the answer, as if to say, "Isn't that so?" "What can I get from you?" I kept asking back. "Is it because you think of me as a replacement? Is it because you dare to cheat? Or because you still love someone else?" Darwis was silent. Darwis felt the words prick his ears, so he tried to explain, "I'm not cheating." "Mental infidelity is also cheating." I have no tolerance at all. Darwis frowned and said, "Don't change the subject." "You're the one looking for trouble," I replied curtly.

So I do what I’ve always done when the world feels like it’s falling apart. I call Tessa. She picks up on the first ring. “Em? Are you okay? God, how are you feeling? I’m so—” “I’m breaking the contract,” I say, grinning so hard my cheeks ache. “Technically, I’m not allowed to cheat on Liam, right?” There’s a beat. Then— “Are you fucked?” Her voice sharpens like a slap I somehow dodge by being a few states over. “Emotionally? Physically? Mentally? A little bit of everything,” I say sweetly.

Two, the woman could be cheating on her husband. Now, I didn’t know which one was worse than the other. But I didn’t want to think about how Thomas would feel if he heard that his mum was cheating on his dad, nor did I want to think about how he felt if his dad was abusing his mum. Both options would break both him and his little brother. The kid was already sensitive as it was, and I wasn’t sure whether it was because he was spoiled, or because he’s seen his parents’ damage toward one another for years now.

"That's not the point." "You need this. You need to be treated like a woman." Emma shook her head. She couldn't argue with that, either. "But fighting a cheater by cheating seems counterproductive." "Don't think of it as cheating. It's not like you're in love with these guys. Though," she said with a chuckle, "you might certainly fall in love with their perfect bodies and perfectly huge cocks." Emma couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to Jen to twist things around and make the immoral seem mundane.

“She cheated on me, and you invited her to lunch.” Vivian finally turns to look at me, calm as ever. “When women cheat, Gavin, it’s because they’re not getting something they need. Emotional support. Intimacy. Attention. That’s not our fault.” I grind my teeth. “And when men cheat?” “It’s because they can. There’s no thought involved. It’s just opportunity and ego. Like a dog licking themselves.” I stare at her. “That’s your calculus on why you thought it’d be a good idea to invite my cheating ex to lunch.”

I converted Cassidy's voice message into text, took a screenshot, and made a post with the caption: [My husband's 'foodie buddy' sent me this. Do you think he's cheating?] Evening was peak gossip hour, the best time for entertainment. The moment I hit publish, the comments poured in. [Oh, honey, he's definitely cheating. If you believe they're just pure meal buddies, you might as well believe I'm the King of England!] [Emotional cheating is still cheating! You don't have to catch them in bed for it to count. Wake up, sis!]

I really want to see his eyes as he bullshits me out of this one. “No, how am I cheating? You told me explicitly that you don’t want me touching, kissing or doing anything to you beyond talk?” he says stealing a quick glance at me and then looking back at the road. “Yeah but don’t you feel like you’re cheating emotionally?” I ask already afraid of the answer. I’m assuming that he and I have something emotional by saying that. Michael’s words rush into my mind. Am I the one emotionally attached here and I’m just projecting my crap on him?

he interrupted again and I bit my lower lip. “You might as well have been!” I shouted. “You are always with other women, ignoring me, making me feel like I don’t matter!” “And what about you, Reina?” he fired back. “Don’t act like you are innocent in all this. I saw the messages with Chris. Do you think I have forgotten? You betrayed me too.” “That was different. You cheated on me first,” I said quickly as the guilt clawed at my chest. “Different?” he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. “How? Explain it to me, Reina. How is emotional cheating any better than physical cheating?”

I didn’t push. And then there’s the whole stupid story of her husband cheating on her. Maybe it’s true. When a man wants to cheat, he doesn’t need an excuse. Not even the most beautiful woman in the world can hold his heart if he’s already decided to stray. Cheating is a choice—both physical and emotional. And once that choice is made, a relationship can never be the same. Just like Damon and me.

She shook her head, but she couldn't utter a single word again. I balled my fists. “He cheated, Jena! I've seen him with a lot of women after you. He cheated on me and I saw it all with my own eyes! How can you say he's in love with me when he can't even say it? He lived with me but his heart belonged to someone else and his body only wanted to be physical. I didn't give him a physical relationship. So he searched for it in other women. Is that how love works? If yes, then his love is shallow and pathetic.”