Novel & Cerita Novels About Cheating

the younger one continued, leaning in a little closer, "is that even knowing everything, Eva doesn’t do anything. It’s like she accepts the mistresses as long as he keeps giving her what she wants. I don’t know if I could do that." That’s where they were wrong. If my instincts were correct, and they usually were, Eva must be plotting something to get revenge on her husband—something as strategically brilliant and subtle as Cheyenne’s paintings at the "surprise" political event. Something that would hit him squarely in front of everyone, but only he would understand how venomous and corrosive the blow really was. "But if you really want to know," the younger cook continued, "with how she keep

The man couldn’t sleep with, or love anyone else apart from his mate, and the same applied for to the woman. I went through more books, hoping to find a story of anyone who wasn’t affected by the marriage, and why. Then, finally, in a book that wasn’t as battered as the others, my eyes widened as I found a story similar to ours. Isabella, and Stefan Rodriguez were two lovebirds who had engaged in the Alpha marriage; they had loved each other, but Isabella soon found out Stefan had been cheating on her, and she wondered how he could cheat, without his partner dying.

I rubbed my temples and sighed loudly, tapping my fingers on the armrest. Why was she even bothered about being seen with me ‘cheating’. Half of this so-called elite had secrets of their own too, one I knew too well. But they were also master hypocrites, pointing fingers at people when they themselves had done something worse. But Anya was different. She was good. I’d known that since high school. It made sense that the idea of cheating unsettled her. Too bad her husband was a bastard who didn’t deserve her. Then again, neither did I. Still, I’d rather burn the world down than let her be someone else’s plaything.

Kids ending up in prison. Cheating wasn’t just betrayal — it was the beginning of something worse. Which made me wonder about Sienna. Did she cheat on her husband? Or was she set up by someone who just happened to find someone with her identical face? I knew which answer I would stake my net worth on. It was sad but I didn’t mind. I couldn’t care less about her morals. I was far from a saint myself. I only cared about how she made me feel. The way my cock throbbed and stiffened at the mere thought of her.

That was when I realized she had fallen for someone else. As a man, I reflected on myself. It had to be my fault for not being by her side these past two years. Of course, she'd been misled by someone else. It was understandable. After all, I didn't cherish my own woman. It was only natural that someone else swooped in. I opened my mouth to explain myself to Kayleigh, but before I could say a word, a cold liquid poured down from the top of my head.

I tried not to think about it but somehow I failed. The sex was good and that was the problem. It was good and I felt guilty and I did not know who I was supposed to feel guilty for. Lucian. The boy who kissed my forehead and said he would wait. The boy who looked at me like I was something precious. I cheated on him. That was the truth. I cheated on Lucian with Damien. And then with my mother's fiancé. With the man who kept my underwear in his pocket like a trophy. But the sex was good. And I hated that it was good. And I hated that part of me wanted it again.

"You abused your authority and deliberately falsified the internal family records in our system so you could make it seem like you were the patient's fiancee. "You misused sedatives and hypnosis to deliberately steer a severely traumatized patient into forming a false memory that his wife cheated on him and aborted their baby! "That wasn't treatment at all. You were committing a psychological assassination against one of the core members of our firm!" I watched Jessica stare at the transfer records on the floor, all the color draining from her face in an instant. Her knees buckled, and she dropped heavily into a chair, unable to offer even a single word of rebuttal.

"I came all the way here to catch a mistress!" She pointed at the car she had been threatening to smash. "That's Winston's car. His mistress is hiding inside and too terrified to come out right now, while he has left to buy cigarettes in the convenience store. "Come on, Alera. Help me drag that whore out of the car!" Her words made me laugh in sheer fury. Winston cheated on her, yet she was still desperately clinging to him. "I have zero interest in your drama," I announced, then turned around to leave. But in the next second, she dropped to her knees right in front of me.

I could already see the cracks in his carefully crafted stories. The phone buzzed again, and my breath hitched in my chest. My pulse had quickened, and I hated how easily the truth could dismantle me. But this was real. He was cheating. And I wasn’t just imagining it. I picked up the phone. There was another picture. This one clearer. It was a shot of Daniel and the woman laughing together. Her fingers were curled around the side of his arm, and she was looking up at him like he was the only person in the room.

Each word was a knife, but I forced myself to listen. "I convinced myself that the mate bond was wrong, that the Moon Goddess made a mistake, that I knew better." His voice was thick with shame. "So I took what I thought I was owed—Vanessa—while keeping you as the politically convenient mate. I compartmentalized. Told myself it wasn't really cheating because I'd never wanted you in the first place." "Did you ever want me?" I asked, the question barely a whisper. "At any point during those six months, did you ever actually want me?"