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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.

“N…no. And Leila was calm the whole time. Why?” “Because when a mate cheats, the one being cheated on feels debilitating pain in the stomach, and heart. Along with that the wolf of the one being cheated on becomes very restless, and upset. A simple brush of a hand or something won’t cause that, but anything intimate beyond a hug can, and does harm the other party, badly.” “Oh.” “You, and Leila experienced none of that so that should tell you something.” “Yeah, but who’s to say he didn’t consider it.”

" He gently wiped my tears, looking at me with obvious concern. "No one," I said softly. "I was reading a novel. The man secretly married someone else without telling his girlfriend. She ended up becoming the ‘other woman' without even knowing it. A… tragic character, really." Charles froze for a moment. Then, he pinched my nose lightly. "That's just fiction. Made-up nonsense to grab attention." "Charles," I said quietly, "if you ever fall in love with someone else, or cheat on me, I want you to tell me. I'll let you go, and we'll break up properly. Don't betray me, okay?"

“ Did you kiss him?” “ No!” “ Did you do anything besides hug and cry like a sentimental fool?” Ariana glared. “ I kinda cheated, okay? Emotionally. I felt things for him. I still do and it f**king scares me.” Lena threw her hands up. “Girl you didn’t even f**k him. You probably have a crush on him because he smells like pine trees and money. I wouldn’t call that cheating … it’s very human. Stop using it as an excuse to brainwash yourself into staying with a guy who screwed someone else in your bed… ohh I forgot… You said it was on your favorite sofa.”

Usually, she was dramatic, loud, and emotionally chaotic, but today she seemed oddly peaceful even though Heaven had apparently cheated on her. I still couldn’t believe it. Heaven had always adored Jules in that obsessive, clingy kind of way that made cheating feel impossible. “She really cheated?” I asked again, still struggling to process it. Jules rolled her eyes dramatically while chewing. “Apparently, emotional cheating counts now.” “That sounds suspiciously specific.” “She was flirting with some DJ for like three months,” Jules replied before shrugging. “Whatever. Maybe the universe finally got tired of our toxicity.” “You sound too calm about this.”

The concept of 'not wanting to fool around with her sister' was just so strange, so foreign to her, it didn't register as anything but nonsense. "I mean," Liam said, trying a different tack. "Being unfaithful." "It's not cheating," Charlotte said, with the tone of someone who was explaining something for the millionth time. "She's the busty one." "Right," Liam said, nodding."But if I don't want to, do I... have to?" "Of course not," his girlfriend replied, wrinkling her nose. "You really don't want to?" "I really don't," he said softly, and she reluctantly nodded.

"You can't break up with me because of this, Avery. You want to throw away a whole year? I've never cheated on you–" "Oh, but you did. Cheating doesn't have to be done physically to be considered cheating. Emotionally is considered cheating too. You thought about another woman while fucking me. You've had unholy thoughts about someone who isn't your girlfriend. And, I don't think I have the mental strength to forgive you."

"Doctored photos of Hope with—with other men. Paid witnesses claiming—claiming they saw her—her cheating. Comprehensive campaign to—to destroy her reputation and—and make you doubt—doubt the mate bond. Emily—Emily thinks if she—she can make you question—question whether Hope is—is faithful, you'll leave her—her. You'll realize the—the mate bond was mistake—mistake and come to—to Emily instead." "That's insane. Sarah, even if—if Hope was cheating—which she's—she's not—the mate bond—bond doesn't work that—that way. Can't be rejected—rejected because of infidelity—infidelity." "I know. You know. But—but Emily doesn't care about—about reality. She cares about—about creating enough doubt—doubt to

I'd made love to her, I'd loved her with my body, and every single day after that, I asked myself the same question. What was wrong with me? I mean, I certainly must have had a screw loose in my brain when I called Jay Ives and bought her those novels. I literally hated romance novels. They gave women unrealistic expectations of romance and relationships that men couldn't live up to. And I didn't get the whole point of drooling over overly endowed men and detailed sex scenes.

George said, "What?" Lucas asked, "A love novels catalogue?" Charles asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? Did you actually plan to send it to your girlfriend instead?" Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that.