Novels About Cheating Novels & Stories

I completely forgot. Vanya nods, sipping her whiskey. “Why do people cheat?” she whispers the heavy question. I lean back, the deck creaking. Why do they? Tim crosses my mind again. Why did he cheat on Ellie with me? Or did he cheat on me with Ellie? Fucking hell. “I don’t know. Do you think it’s an ego problem?” I ask. “For validation?”

A woman with the same taste in heartbreakers as her ex. Cheating. That word felt bitter in my mouth. And God, wasn’t that the pattern? Julian had done the same thing. Lied to my face, made me feel special while he was busy fucking someone else. And now Calix. I should’ve known. The universe had a sense of humor and a vendetta against me.

After I'd had my fun, only then was I willing to return home and inherit the family business dutifully. I had wanted to spend the rest of my life with Alissa. However, for things to end up at this point tonight… She and Rhys were the ones who brought this upon themselves. Suddenly, Alissa shoved Rhys away, tearing herself from his embrace. She lunged forward to the side of the table, staring fixedly at those three dice. Then, she lifted her head stiffly to look at me. "Why, Stan… You…" It was only at this moment that Rhys snapped to his senses. He had lost everything. He charged at me to hit me. "Stanley, you're a cheat! You set us up! Give us our things back!"

Low blow, even for a cheater. "But you still banked on him cheating, huh?" "Of course you did," he replied ruthlessly, without a hint of sugarcoating. "Isn't it practically scripted? A total failure of a man, leaching off his wildly successful wife, cheats out of pure spite, boredom, insecurity pick your poison. Then, when the truth explodes, he flips the script, acting like he's the devastated victim, the one who deserves sympathy. As if he didn't torch everything himself."

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?"

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.

He wasn't a cheater. She gave a silent snort. How did anyone know, really? She'd read an article once about cheaters. The numbers were shocking about how many men or women would cheat on their partners. No wonder there are so many books that started with a partner cheating. She really hoped her story ended with a happy ending like some fairytale and Mark got his comeuppance.

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

“Wow, just wow. I have no words.” She moved towards her bedside table, opening the drawers. Blair pulled out her phone charger and the current book she was reading. It made her pause. The book was a drama about a cheating husband. True, Dan hadn’t been her husband, but still someone she hoped would stay faithful to her. After living with Laura’s parents and her uncles with his cheating ways. Blair was surprised that Laura didn’t see the pattern. Once a cheater, always a cheater in her book. If Dan had fooled around on Blair. Who’s to say he would stay faithful to Laura? No longer interested in the book, she threw it on the bed, packing the charger.