Letter To An Unfaithful Husband Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath as I read. My friend. Life's shitty in here. Haven't fucked in months, as I’m sure you know. FYI, this is not an "I'm sorry" letter, because even though I should be, I would rather die before apologizing. Yes, I choose death. I rolled my eyes in disgust. Hadn't they knocked that arrogance out of him yet? I continued reading. Your wife is obviously lying to you about some shit, but I will not discuss your precious Sienna. The apple of your eye.

I heard the doorbell and I went to answer the door, I saw no one but a letter with my name on it, I read it and it said my husband was not what he appeared to be. I didn't recognize the handwriting and I went over to Omri and showed him the note, he was pissed and said, "I pissed off someone that worked for me and I will handle it on Monday." I kissed him and said, "Ok, love you," I turned away to go back inside the house and he slapped my ass and showed me a vision of what he wanted to do to me later and I smiled. While we were eating our lunch the note still bothered me and I hope he wasn't doing anything to hurt me, I love my husband more than anything. He is a wonderful father and a grea

"Then can you give me her phone number? Her old number isn't working anymore." The staff member remained calm. "She left the same phone number as before. When I called her today, no one answered." Vincent muttered dejectedly, "Is she really being that heartless toward me? We loved each other so much. Is she going to abandon our relationship just because of one mistake?" He was about to continue pestering the staff when Elias called him. "Alpha, I found your wife's Instagram account. I just retrieved the password through the network staff. Do you want to log in and take a look?"

His eyes flashed with panic. His voice cracked as he hurried after me pleading desperately. “Cath, please, I made a mistake. I was stupid, but I was going to tell you the truth. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.” “Like this?” I repeated softly, almost in a whisper. “You mean, you’d rather I stayed clueless and kept living in ignorance, thinking my husband was faithful while he was screwing a girl younger than our son!?” He flinched, trying to stop me from packing my clothes. “It wasn’t like that Catherine, just hear me out and stop jumping into conclusions.”

Micah, I have always been grateful to you for helping me out when my father needed it the most. But a marriage needs love not gratitude and we both know that I have never loved you. Our marriage should have ended a long time ago and it’s time for us to stop living a sham. By the time you read this letter, I will be gone. Somewhere, far away where you will never find me. Please don’t look for me because I don’t want to be found either. Please just set me free.

Not surprised. "Oh, I'm well aware of how stifling it is. It's so suffocating that my mom and sister had to flee to a hotel. Yet here I am, alone because Andrew clearly doesn't care," I seethed, my anger boiling over into deep sadness. Honestly, I was furious. I was totally alone, and I didn't even want to come to London in the first place. Andrew, my husband who should be here with me, wasn't. It didn't just make me mad; it also made me really sad.

he begged, desperation coating his words, yet Evelyn’s heart hardened as she watched him crumble under the weight of her accusations. “Explain? Explain what?” she retorted, her voice rising again. “How you’ve been unfaithful? How you’ve made me feel like a fool not giving up on you those past four years? You don’t get to play the martyr here, Helios. Not when you’ve shattered the very foundation of our marriage!”

It felt like holding a ghost—the man who had destroyed me, who had ripped the ground out from beneath my feet, yet still haunted every corner of my heart with his absence. I forced it open. The words inside were short. Precise. Cruel. Elena, It seems your new husband’s empire is built on lies far thicker than anything I ever accused you of. You deserve to know what kind of man you’ve married. If you want answers, meet me. You know where. No signature. He didn’t need one.

“You’ve been having discreet affairs with Raymond, haven’t you? I saw you two together.” My heart sank at the accusation. “Lorenzo, that’s not true! Raymond is just a friend—” “Just a friend?” he interrupted, his voice rising. “You expect me to believe that? You think I don’t see how you look at him?” “I don’t look at him that way!” I protested, desperation creeping into my voice. “You’re the one who’s been unfaithful!” “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he snapped. “You’ve ruined this marriage beyond repair. Just sign the papers.”

were my last words and I left his side, forever, but not before I left him an envelope on the table in front of him. "This is the last favor I do you, read that letter and get away from my life forever, if in anything you value me and love me, let me go, let me live and you will never look for me again Lorenzo.... "NO!" he shouted. "No what? Cheating on your wife. Why not? You did it one and a thousand times, here is the proof in front of you, you think I’ll endure it, I don’t have the strength not anymore." "In fact you did even imagine a life with children by your side, now that will not be possible, let me go , you deceived me even when you knew that I loved you".