Novels About Cheating Novels & Stories

“And what are you then? Her savior? Oh please, don’t make me laugh. Everyone knows your secret. You are not better than me. You don’t keep women. You use them and toss them aside like trash.” Gasps erupted from the pack wolves in the distance. No one spoke to the Chairman that way. But Damian didn’t falter. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the space between him and Ethan until dominance poured off him in waves. My knees threatened to give way under the sheer force of it. “You’re right,” Damian said calmly. “I never keep women.” His eyes cut to me, dark and burning. “Until I met her.” The world stopped. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.

Brian's mind drifted—back to the beginning. The day he met Louise. She'd spilled a drink on his designer shirt. Back then, he thought it was cute. Smiled. Told her it was fine. That cost him everything. From that moment, he walked right into her trap—and never clawed his way out. Now, with the end creeping close, her fake innocence felt so obvious it burned. He snarled, "Get out of my sight, you shameless mutt."

He replied, returning the handshake, "we're just doing business.” Then, I called for Vickie, the only maid I trusted. Richard whispered in my ear as I called her. “So, uhh… did your fiancé like, cheat on you or something?” “I don't wanna talk about him,” I huffed, just as Vickie was approaching us, “I’m slightly better now and I don't want anything to ruin my mood until today is over.” “You called, ma'am.” Vickie bowed the moment she reached us. Without any delay, I explained to Vickie everything that happened but I didn't mention anything about Claire.

“That’s… that’s not Marcus. Why would you even think that?” I shrug, making sure to filter my jealousy out of my words. “People cheat. Even the ones who seem perfect.” Lila jumps in immediately. “Oh, I’ve been there. Y’all…” She sets her glass down. “I thought my last boyfriend was loyal. Turned out he was fucking his coworker in the parking garage after every shift. Men lie so well when they want to.” Chloe nods in agreement. “Mine cheated with his trainer. I found out he was the one who curated the same playlist my boyfriend and I fuck with. It was a messy one.”

"Why would I want my girlfriend to cheat on me?" "Exactly!" Hannah snapped her fingers. "It’s really weird, isn’t it?" "Maybe I'd want to cheat too, so if she cheated first, I'd have a reason to break up with her." "You jerk! So that's really how men's brains work? Everything always comes back to cheating?!" For some reason, Hannah suddenly felt annoyed. "Hey, you're the one who told me to imagine it. I was just looking for a possible reason." "But that's the first thing that came to your mind? Right? Your instincts immediately went there. Typical red-flag guy."

Nina sneered and slammed a stack of photocopied examination papers on the table. “Have a look at it yourself, Brooklyn! “These are the answers that Dylan had recalled. We managed to recover stacks of cheat sheets from your desk drawer! “The ideas, procedures, and even essays are the same! “The surveillance camera may not have captured you cheating, but do you dare to admit that you’ve never once looked at Dylan’s revision materials? Can you confidently say that you’ve never been tempted to do so? “Most amusingly, you’ve always had a poor track record. You never passed your trial exams. How could you have scored perfectly in the actual exams?

He snapped his gaze to me, a faint, desperate flicker of hope sparking in his eyes. I met his gaze, speaking clearly but slowly. "But for me, it doesn't erase every disappointment of being abandoned over the past three years. It doesn't undo the suspicion and humiliation I endured in public. And it certainly doesn't make the hurt of you choosing to believe her over me at the very end simply vanish." The light in his eyes went out entirely, leaving only a cold, lifeless gray. "Once trust is shattered, it can never be amended back to perfection. What we had ended the moment you kept choosing her over me. The truth and your regret only put a final period on something that should have ended long

"What else? You don't see that I'm not perfect. I'm molar pregnancys; even if I wait a year, I'm still molar pregnancys." "Is that reason enough to label me a cheating man?" Elissa was silent. She averted her eyes. "Every man wants the perfect wife. I can't cook; I'm not even as beautiful as Balqis. And now there are things I might not be able to give you. That's why you cheated on me, right? You were already cheating on me before I even knew." Elissa held up a file. She then pointed to a name. "What's this? You're working with that bitch again, aren't you? You would have gone to a hotel if I hadn't caught you earlier!"

“I’m not a good person, so I dare to own up to the things I’ve done. What about you? You’re such a sc*m, yet you still want to make yourself look good. At this point, do you still think you weren’t in the wrong at all and that we were the ones at fault instead? Were we the ones who told you to hide Sarah? Did we make you climb into Sarah’s bed and get her pregnant?” Chester scoffed. “If I were to get married one day, I’d tell the woman not to fall in love with me or expect that I’d be faithful. I’d definitely have mistresses, so she shouldn’t get married to me if she couldn’t take it. You, on the other hand, are different from me. You’re a sc*m, yet you lie to your wife, saying you’re a good

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.