Little Mr Cheater Novels & Stories

His tone was crisp yet neutral, and I realized that he was simply stating the truth. “You should have seen Jayden ten years ago,” I told him. “Oh yeah?” Miles sounded skeptical. “He used to have a big nose,” I said, looking over the menu. “And he was shorter than me.” I shook my head. “I don't know what happened.” “I can see that.” His sharp, dark eyes radiated humor from behind the plastic-covered menu. "That boy even used to be the smallest in the group, shorter than me. Sometimes, I forget how much he's grown.”

“Philip… save me…” The silence lasted for a whole two seconds before the crowd went wild. Mrs. Xanders sucked in a sharp breath. “Isn’t that Selena? And isn’t the man in bed with her Howard?” Mrs. Lane covered her mouth. “My goodness, isn’t he Mr. Wilson’s childhood friend? Doesn’t Selena post every day in Moms Unite on how to have a successful married life?” The younger neighbors behind them took their phones out. The security guards hurriedly stopped them. “Don’t take any photos! Call the ambulance first!”

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" ​Robert, the sleazebag who had just tried to trap me, stumbled back a step, trying to smooth down his jacket with a nervous, fake laugh. He pointed a finger at me, playing the victim. "Relax, Mr. President. I was just having a harmless conversation with her. She was sitting here all alone, looking all lonely, and I just decided to keep her company until you returned."

"Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you." I wasn't trying to spare her dignity. Quinn's face turned scarlet as her pretense cracked in front of her "rival." She tried to recover by stumbling over her words. "It's not like that, Mateo. Chad and I are just friends, okay? You've got it all wrong." "Friends?" I scoffed. "Do friends sleep in the same bed? Do friends kiss? Do you think I'm stupid, Quinn?" Layla's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her knuckles were white.

She was such a beautiful woman, how come she had never been in a relationship. "Ah, I see. Sorry, it's just, I'm awful at making small talks" Damian admitted. It was a curse of a genius. When people are too intelligent, logically, they would find it difficult to make small talks with other people, things like "how are you?" or "what did you do last night?" don't really spark their interest. "Don't worry, I also hate small talks" she smiled as she steeped her fingers together. Just then the waiter came back and poured the wine for them, she thanked him and took a sip of her own wine.

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

It's not as if we're permanently married. Suddenly, Richard nudged me by the shoulder, jolting me up from my thoughts. I switched my gaze from him to Denise, forcing a smile as always. At that moment, Mr Gilbert stood halfway across the stairs with his wife and cleared his throat. “Thank you, everyone, for honouring my invitation,” he said, stealing the attention of everyone. “I've looked forward to this day for the longest of times. It started off like Mission Impossible, yet it's already been twenty-five years!”