Mature Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

"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 was too ashamed to think about it. "That lady is nothing but a cheat —a con-artist! she's only after all you own and you foolishly fell for her cheap trick." His mother said in addition. "Lisa might be greedy as you claimed but she would never have gone this far! Whatever relationship she had with you was based on agreement and contract!" ‘She is only after all you own...’ The phrase rang in his head and click... Alex recalled he still has much to tell his mother about Rosy, he's still yet to tell his mother about his company and how Rosy was willing to render him into nothing but a ruin.

"Their words are law in this city. You’re fighting a tide you cannot stop. Even if he’s cheating—and I know he is—you just have to ignore it. Focus on having his heir. Once you have a Stormfang heir in your arms, you’ll have a solid, unbreakable footing in the pack. Nobody can touch you then." ​"I don't want his money, and I don't want his power!" I shouted, the sound echoing off the thin walls. “He abandoned me at the altar three times, Mom.” My mother took a breath. "Honestly, Zara, even if you refuse to reconcile with him and find someone else, he'll still cheat. All men cheat. It's in their DNA." “No Mom, I don't agree with you,” I said, rising to my feet. “Not all men cheat. I'm pretty

“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!”

And eventually I'd found out her father's secret that day at the club when he'd walked in with that young girl. I remembered clearly how the girl had been literally shaking as he held his hand to her back, and the look on his face when he'd seen me cleaning the private room, how ashamed and shocked he'd been. I knew that he was going to come after me for seeing that, because aside the fact that the girl he'd brought to the room was really young and underage, he'd been about to cheat on his wife that was the most horrible thing about it. I'd met his wife and she didn't deserve that, she was a nice woman who loved her family very much and she wasn't even lacking anything, she was beautiful —wh

"We need names." "I don't know most of them." Paulo slumped against the wall. "There was a British guy. Investment banker, I think. She met him at some charity thing. And there were... fuck, there were others. She would laugh about it, when she was drunk. How easy it was to keep you all believing whatever she wanted." Each word was a knife, cutting deeper. My wife hadn't just cheated. She'd made a game of it. Collected men like trophies while playing the perfect society wife.