My Cheating Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"He has had sex with me only a few times. He doesn't even satisfy me. I'm glad you are here now to give it to me exactly how I want it. My pussy is tight, and I'm sure you will enjoy it more than you used to." "You are such a baaaad girl." He smirked and pulled her to himself. "You don't feel for someone you called your fiancée. You made him divorce and kick his wife out just to have what you want. Now you want to cheat on him in his mansion." "You are a bad boy as well. Letting your girlfriend sleep with another man for money." She smiled at him.

She has been cheating on me for six months. “Your girlfriend is a good fuck, but that's not the reason we're here, right boy?” The corner of his lips lift in a cocky smile and I feel my blood boil. I had been cheated on for six good months. My girlfriend has been fucking my boss behind my back and to think we have sex too, I want to throw up. “Where have you been? Nikolai is not dead.” He gives me a hard look afterward and I roll my eyes before reaching for the back of my trousers to pull out my gun.

“Listen, Jeff and I are great. I’m not going to say we didn’t have the chemistry of a steamy romance couple, but I have to let you know that Jeff is a womanizer. Jeff is a cheat. “All of Jeff’s girlfriends have complained of how Jeff doesn’t stay with one woman. And just because Jeff and I have mated with each other does not remove the fact that he’s a cheat. A cheat will always be a cheat.” “Yes,” I said slowly, “but what if he has changed?” She scoffed. “Jeff? Change? In one word?” She shook her head.

On our fifth anniversary, he was drugged and ended up in bed with the poor scholarship student he had been funding, Valeria. When he sobered up, he immediately knelt before me, crying as he apologized. "I swear I'll cut off all contact with her…" I trusted him until a year later, when I ran into him and Valeria during a routine gynaecological checkup. Valeria clung to his arm, and they were holding a baby, looking like the perfect family of three. I never imagined Wayne would lie to me and keep seeing her behind my back, much less expected them to have a baby together.

However, out of nowhere, Felicia asked me to marry her. It turned out that she'd had a crush on me ever since college. Unfortunately, by then, I was already in a relationship with Marissa. She was all I had eyes for. I didn't pay any attention to anyone else, so Felicia could only walk away in disappointment. As I stared at Felicia's earnest expression, I was reminded of how I'd once looked at Marissa the same way. But Marissa had let me down and left me with nothing but wounds. I started to sob. As Felicia stared at me in disbelief, I nodded and agreed to be with her.

“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?

Amid my panic, I immediately called Luciana, sobbing and breaking down. "He cheated, Luciana! He cheated! The paparazzi caught him. What do I do now?" I cried desperately into the phone. Crying and shaking, I ran toward the hotel he had gone to. My thoughts were in disarray, like every possible nightmare scenario was collapsing into one big disaster. "If he really cheated, I'd break up with him on the spot." That was what I swore to myself back then. After asking around for his room number, I rushed down the hall and barged into his hotel room. The next second, confetti and streamers rained down on me.

“He and my dad met in Montreal. I also heard he's now the COO of Sinclair’s Global.” “True,” I whispered as I spun her around and caught her swiftly. She glared into my eyes as her lips curled upwards. “You really are a good dancer,” she giggled. “It's just a shame that my stupid boyfriend can't dance. In fact, that selfish prick can't do anything.” “Wow,” I muttered a bit stunned. “So, where's he?” “We broke up.” She sighed, bowing her head as she frowned. “He cheated on me with my younger brother.”

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

Once, they called each other affectionately and cheated on me behind my back. When their affair was exposed and they lost their money as well as dignity, they started tearing each other apart. Their “true love” was nothing more than a moment of excitement, enjoyed while there were no consequences to bear. But once reality set in and they had to face the fallout, all they could think about was running away.