My Cheating Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"I have a girlfriend, Kyla. I love her so much, but I caught her cheating with Carlo, our classmate, after I gave everything she asked me. I love her. That's why I always give in to her whim, but that woman only dated me for money, for the thing she could get from me, but all this time, she's dating someone behind my back. We've dated for more than a year, but I didn't notice that she's been cheating on me. I caught them making out in the janitor's closet. I beat Carlo, and he was sent to the hospital while I ripped Kayla's clothes, leaving her with her underwear, took the bag I bought for her, and burnt it in front of everyone. I know what I did is mean, but she deserves it. No wonder Carlo

My eyes are still focused on Zee’s dick, so I instinctively suck on Leah's finger, wishing it was something else. { Zion } I'm clearly losing my mind and doing something I shouldn't be doing, but I can't stop. Cheating 101: never do it with one of her best friends. But what can I do? Seriously? It's not like I planned this, it just happened to blossom out of the blue without it being anyone's plan. In fact, Leah is the one who seemed to come in wanting to fuck Rio. And because she's such a nice person, she didn't want to leave me all alone... will that be a good excuse for my girlfriend? Bah, to be honest, I don't really care. It’s not like I’d be sad if she broke up with me.

She was obviously pro-Anthony and whatever news I had regarding him would always be received gladly, regardless of the fact that it meant I was a cheating, lying asshole. “I am basically cheating on my girlfriend with her older brother and you think this is great news?” “It’s not really cheating if all you did was hold on to his thigh. I can do that you right now, but that wouldn’t be considered infidelity.” I looked away from her shyly, feeling my face heat up. “Oh my god!” She bent down to my level and grabbed my arm. “There’s more you haven’t told me yet. This Thanksgiving dinner isn’t even the main thing that happened. I can see it in your eyes and by the look on your face!”

I always came back no matter how much of a douche he was to me At the start, I could not believe that he had chosen me to be his girlfriend, maybe my self esteem was on the ground with the events that had made me move here but I was very much willing to accept Of the numerous times we broke up, literally all of them was because he cheated and on me However, the one that broke the camel’s back was when he rose his hand to me He had claimed that it was a mistake, he had pleaded for me to forgive him and maybe I would have after all, when I was beside Noah, nobody questioned, they just wished to be like me “What do you think of this?” I asked Candace who was tapping away at her phone, her conce

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

He'd spoiled me rotten. Who would've known that after just one year of marriage, he would start cheating on me? He'd had one affair after another and slowly turned into the person I despised the most. And now, despite Finn's life hanging by a thread, he could make it sound like it was nothing. "Michael Grant, I'm definitely taking you to court for my son's sake!" I snapped. He actually laughed like he found me ridiculous. He jabbed a finger toward the ICU, where Finn lay. "All that for that bastard in there?"

Maybe you should've shown restraint and saved her some face, even if she was acting a little too close to her assistant in front of all the media outlets. "Uncle Tristan," I cut him off. "Valerie marched into my event with her assistant wearing my watch, and publicly cheated on me. What do you think I should've done?" There was a dead silence on the other end of the line before Tristan said, "That's not what I meant—" "In that case, what did you mean then?" I pressed. "Should I have swallowed my pride and waited for them to drag me through the mud, then begged them to show me mercy?"

My girlfriend, Kayleigh Richards, and I had been childhood sweethearts for ten years. The day I was taken back by my family at 18 years old, she clung to my hand, tears streaming down her face, begging me not to go. But in just two short years, the innocence in her eyes had faded. She carried herself with the poise of a grown woman now, and she had become much more calculating. When I stepped down from the truck, the first thing I wanted to do was pull her into a hug. But she slipped away from my touch so subtly that it almost went unnoticed.

Someone introduces me to Ivy Bennett, my secret girlfriend of five years, at a college reunion. "Hey, Dr. Bennett, Eli is a researcher in your department, too. Why don't you two give it a try?" I walk toward Ivy, hoping to take this opportunity to finally make our relationship public. But Ivy takes a step back and points toward her childhood sweetheart, Matthew Reed, who has just returned from abroad. "That's alright. I already have someone I like." To avoid suspicion, Ivy adopts a distant, detached expression and says, "If you have marriage in mind, there's someone I can introduce you to. I think you'd make a good match." I look at the ten feet of distance she keeps between us and la

For the past three years, I had been sponsoring a low-income student until he got into a top-tier university. To ensure that he could focus on his studies, I agreed to continue providing 1,500 dollars monthly to cover his cost of living. Less than a month after he started university, he texted me requesting to pay the rent for an apartment next to the university. I thought there was something wrong with my eyes. The text was quickly followed by a voice note. "My girlfriend doesn't like the fact that there are no private bathrooms in the dormitory. I've already found the perfect apartment. Help us pay the rent. It's only 1,200 dollars a month." When I did not reply, he said, "My girlfrien