My Cheating Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“You’re jealous because I’ve moved on, and you’re stuck playing house with a man who’s too busy with his empire to even look at you. Admit it, Desiree. You miss me.” I stare at him, incredulous. “Miss you? I wouldn’t take you back if you were the last man on earth, Mike. You’ve always been a selfish, lying, cheating bastard. And now, your wife is doing the same thing to you.” “You’re full of shit,” he snaps, his voice rising. “Mabel wouldn’t cheat on me. She knows better than that. She knows what she has.” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Yeah? Well, apparently, what she has isn’t enough. She’s with Aaron now, and trust me, they’re not just friends.”

“That I’m not good enough for him and all I do know is how to gossip, gossip and gossip all day long as a reporter and that I don’t fit to be his girlfriend. According to him, he only falls in love with models, actresses and wealthier kids with long legs and fairer skin. He asked me out as a betttt. I’m fucking dying, Anna.” Anna drawed closer to her friend and patted her back soothingly, rubbing it and offering the emotional support to her friend. “It’s fine, honey. When I eventually find him, I’ll squish him so bad. We’ll beat him up together. How long did you date for?” “Ten days.” “Ten days?” Anna’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Just ten fucking days and he cheated?” “He’s an

I said, cutting her off before she said any more crap. “W-what?” She looked stunned at my response. “I will only say this once and nicely,” I said with my tone hardening. “I am not interested in you or anyone else. I have a girlfriend who I am satisfied with. So, get out.” She huffed. “She’s going to cheat on you, I know it.” “That can only happen in your wildest imagination. Now, leave,” I said, and she gave me a nasty look before walking away.

"Given my overly sweet treatments, I'm sure that poor girl must have been in an awkward position. I bet she didn't have the courage to speak." "Mum please, Debby is not my girlfriend. My girlfriend's name is Bella, and we have been dating for six months." Richard set out to explain and dislodge his mother's mistakes. "I only bumped into Debby a day after Christmas in Scotland." "Oh…" his mother trailed off. "I'm really sorry about that, but now, tell me about this your mysterious girlfriend. I can't believe that you have been dating her for six months now and you haven't cared to introduce us. What are you waiting for?"

I replied, looking at the bartender busy doing his work, not minding us chatting like an idiot because of cheaters. "Yeah! Maybe, if cheated will make it the best cover, then be it!" I was stunned, staring at him. "Really! I thought pretty people wouldn't be cheated. My boyfriend cheated on me too, being his number three." I exclaimed. I'm startled when he taps the table and laughs. Damn! Now, I find him sexily gorgeous even more. One strike and I am drooling over him.

“You never know, I might actually be useful.” Mason groaned again, louder this time, then rolled onto his side so he could face his roommate. The other guy had abandoned the game entirely now, hands folded behind his head, staring upward like he was reading answers in the cracked ceiling plaster. Mason took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I… I think my girlfriend cheated on me. She swears she didn’t, but no matter how hard I try to believe her, I just… can’t. Every time I look at her, I see her cuddled up with Xavier on that closet floor, his arm around her waist like she belonged to him. It’s fucking killing me.”

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

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.

“Seeing this fucker in my club triggers all kinds of violent urges within me. Certainly, I can ignore him if that's what you want, but say one word, and he's out.” She nibbled on her lip as she considered my words. Then she turned to me. “I want him out of here, but…” “But what?” I coaxed. She drew a deep breath. “Throwing him out of the club is not enough. I'm not fond of my half-sister, but the truth is that he cheated on her with her best friend. She is his wife, and he betrayed her. When I was his girlfriend, he cheated on me, too. He keeps getting away with every disgusting thing he does. I just want to…” She trailed off and let out a deep sigh.

“Well, four years ago, I ended things abruptly. In some ways, I felt guilty. She hasn’t managed her money well. I was helping her invest. So she can have a nest egg. But I promise you, she isn’t my girlfriend.” April saw that he was sincere, but that didn’t explain his other actions. “Great, excellent. So you haven’t been cheating on your girlfriend. That doesn’t make you a saint when you have a wife.” Now get out of that one, you ass. Thought April, with a smug look on her face.