Mature Cheating Wife の小説・ストーリー

“You’re sick and selfish. And whatever you're doing, it won’t end well. So you better back off now.” “You sound just like him, you know, not just in the same rasping voice he uses whenever he comes over to my apartment, something more,” she taunts. “Like Father, like son. Though at least your former wife had the sense to dump your cheating ass. Smart woman. She even went for one richer than you? I should meet her someday and take tips since you all in your family find it hard to pin one woman down and stay with her.” He doesn’t remember hanging up.

An adulterous husband refusing to divorce so he could keep enjoying the perks of marriage while seeing his mistress on the side. I had to admit, my dear children had gone to extraordinary lengths to frame me. The moment this supposed ironclad evidence was presented, the crowd exploded with chatter. "My God, he looks so honest too. Who would've thought he'd be this shameless!" "Exactly! His wife treats him so well, and his children are so devoted. But he still goes out and cheats. What an ungrateful bastard!" "At his age, carrying on like that. Disgusting!" Insults and scorn rained down on me.

"That's Nathan Marshal, the cheating scumbag everyone's been talking about!" "Wait, isn't he supposed to be a national heartthrob?" someone else asked, confusion lacing their words. A man nearby snorted. "Where have you been? The truth came out weeks ago. While his wife was pregnant, he was cheating on her with that woman. There's even a video online!" "I saw that too," another voice chimed in, disgust clear in their tone. "His whole family is insane. His mother lied to his wife and claimed the mistress was a cousin. They even let her move into their house!"

Alex did recover speedily and just as predicted, after many months, he was able to use his hands again —this was when he started to showed his left side to Lisa. Being his wife has been a thorn in the flesh for her but she couldn't help but pretended as though all was fine. Alex used to be a nice guy when she had recently know him which made it easier to get along with him at first but overnight, he turn a jerk and a pervert. He never for once considered her as his wife since he believed she had forced herself on him. He sees her as a cheap and greedy nurse who had herself hooked up I the name of marriage —he shouldn't be showing love to such monetary union.

"Mother, let me enlighten you on the actual truth of what's going on here." He stepped forward, standing protectively in front of me as he laid out the ugly reality. "Rider and Zara dated for years after discovering they were fated mates. But then Serena—the exact same young lady Rider introduced to you as his precious fiancée last weekend—suddenly abandoned her own previous marriage, came back to the pack, and seduced Rider. Rider began openly cheating on his fated mate with his mistress." Rider flinched, his face turning bright red. "That wasn't what happened—"

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?

"You're sorry? My daughter has been hiding in a motel three states away, crying herself to sleep every night, because her mate betrayed her in the worst possible way. And you're sorry?" "I know sorry isn't enough. I know nothing I say can fix what I did. But Marcus, I—" "Beta Marcus," he corrected coldly. "You lost the right to use my first name when you decided to cheat on my daughter." "Beta Marcus," I amended, bowing my head in submission. "You're right. About all of it. I was selfish and cruel and I threw away the best thing that ever happened to me because I was too stupid to see what I had."

"The only reason why I haven't slapped you yet is that you're my elder sister, but if you push me, I promise that I won't fucking hold back..." Alexa sends a hot slap to his cheek before he can finish his statement. "You're going to slap me because of that bastard? That gold digger that also wants your money? Why the fuck are you so blind? Do you think that she so much loves you? Wake up, Alex... Fucking wake up," Alexa says again, but he scoffs. "A gold digger? A bastard? You don't call my wife names in my presence, Alexa. Don't fucking push me, please," He snaps at her again, and scoffs.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

Me, bent over the sink, my dress around my waist, his hand clamped over my mouth as he pounded into me from behind, his cock hitting depths that made me see stars, while his wife chatted with her mother just down the hall. “You like this, don’t you?” he’d whispered, his breath hot in my ear, his thrusts becoming punishing. “You like knowing she’s just on the other side of this door. That she could walk in and see her husband’s cock buried deep in her best friend’s cheating cunt.” The vulgarity, the danger, it was all jet fuel on the fire. “Yes!” I’d sobbed, my body convulsing in a shameful, powerful orgasm. “God, yes!”