Letter To An Unfaithful Husband Novels & Stories

“You didn’t even wait for me to leave fully. You’re already chasing me away.” “You wanted to leave,” he reminded me, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. He stood, padding barefoot back to his travel bag. “Urm… yeah. I…” I fumbled, the sentence dying. “Alex.” He cut through my stammering, not looking at me as he rummaged in the bag. “I might have to remind you that… you’ve been unfaithful. And you’ve committed marital fraud.” The words were delivered so calmly they took a second to land.

“Unlike your precious Ulric Highrise, I AM A MAN, and a man knows he has to be faithful to his vows. I never go against my word, and my word is my bond. If you’re asking if I'd be faithful in my marriage, then the answer is yes Sophia, because I know firsthand what unfaithfulness brings. An entitled first wife who feels all that is her husband’s is rightfully hers and her son’s. And a woman outside, abandoned with a child, no…” By the time I'm done speaking, I realize I've spoken too much. Too much and too soon because she’s not meant to hear any of this now. No one is meant to. I take a deep breath, repressing my sigh because that would only show how much she exhausts me and I don't want he

A picture of me when we started dating first, he hadn't printed it out before because he had used his phone to snap it, maybe he printed this copy just for me. I unfolded the letter next….. My dearest Joy, I hope this letter finds you, and you forgive me enough to read it. I am sorry for all I did to you in our marriage, for my infidelity, for my lies, and most especially for the physical pain, I caused you because of my selfishness and the emotional trauma you bore just to make me happy. This day Joy, I ask that you forgive me for all I did to you, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but still, I ask for it. What I did to you was inhumane and morally wrong, I broke all the rules of rel

The alternative is just too hard to even process. Grabbing my phone off the coffee table, I shoot off a quick text to my wife. Where are you??? You're freaking me out! Please let me know you're okay. Seconds later, her reply comes in. We're fine. We're at my mom's. The note on the kitchen table explains it all. Note? I think to myself. What note? I speed to the kitchen and sure enough, there is a handwritten note sitting in the sunlight. Santos, I love you more than anything. But I'm done. I can't be in a marriage with an unfaithful man anymore.

he pleaded. I stared at him, memories stabbing through me like knives. I remembered the letter I wrote for him. That day I hadn’t picked up his call. One call. He wanted me to write a letter… 250 words. Stupid me, I wrote it and even started with “I’m writing this letter to you, not because you asked, but because I’m sorry for not picking up your call…” Love is the closest thing to madness. I apologized…and still, he cheated. Treated me like I meant nothing. Like I was disposable. Like I didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t the one he’d asked to be his wife.

Johnson looks at him with a great sadness in his eyes. “I am afraid that my wife believes that I have been unfaithful to her. I have been working extra-long hours and I have not been paid. I called her now to tell her that we have received our salaries but she does not believe me.” Johnson says. “Have you ever been unfaithful to her?” Eric asks him. This is one thing Eric could never condone. When you marry a person, everyone else in the world does not exist anymore. You are married and therefore you only have that one person in your life.

POV Azalea The past month had brought a river of tears and anguish- my husband, the man I thought I'd spend eternity by, had been unfaithful. We got married in a white ceremony instead of exchanging rings, as he did not want any physical symbols of binding nor to have children with me. He had always been gentle and loving prior to her return, but now I felt his heart pull towards someone else. That someone I fear has my husband’s heart. Would I ever get my happy ending living in such a loveless and shallow marriage?

Five years of silence, of wondering, of hoping. And now this. Her fingers shook as she broke the seal. THE LETTER To my wife, I hope this letter finds you well. I apologize for the formality of this communication and for my long absence. It has been five years since our wedding night, and I've come to realize that what we're doing—this waiting, this half-life—is unfair to you. My work keeps me in the capital and will continue to do so for at least another two or three years, possibly longer. You deserve better than waiting indefinitely for a man who may never return, who cannot be the husband you need.

I said calmly. The room quieted instantly and the judge nodded once. “On what grounds?” The judge asked. My fingers brushed against my clutch, against the envelope and then I looked at Matteo. I really looked at him this time. A small smile formed on my lips. “I have evidence that my husband has been unfaithful,” I said clearly with my voice steady. The room erupted into whispers, but I didn't look away from him, not even for a second, because for the first time, he didn't look in control and that was everything.

He grabbed a pen and started writing things I couldn't see. Then, he continued with his questions. “Are you still living with your unfaithful husband?” “No, I moved out already,” I answered seriously. Remembering my ordeal, I began telling him additional details. "My husband’s mistress shamelessly wandered around our pack and I felt insulted by her presence there. Her thick-skinned self made me feel so disgusted that I wanted to stay away from them as far as possible.” "Is that so?" Lucian stated. He stopped writing and asked another question. "I assume you two are now separated according to your statement. How long have you been separated from him? Do you have any kids with your husband?"