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"You've been married for three years, and now you want a divorce? Is it because we pushed her too hard about having a kid?" I took a drag of my cigarette and let out a long sigh. "She thinks I live off her and am not good enough for her anymore." At that, both of my parents burst out laughing. "She probably thinks we've gone broke. You're not working, and now that she's achieved her goals by using you, she wants to toss you aside. Is she seeing someone else?" they asked. I nodded. "More or less." Emotional cheating was still cheating. Even if I wasn't entirely sure, the way Pamela treated the young man made it obvious. They were way too close to be just coworkers.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

Usually, she was dramatic, loud, and emotionally chaotic, but today she seemed oddly peaceful even though Heaven had apparently cheated on her. I still couldn’t believe it. Heaven had always adored Jules in that obsessive, clingy kind of way that made cheating feel impossible. “She really cheated?” I asked again, still struggling to process it. Jules rolled her eyes dramatically while chewing. “Apparently, emotional cheating counts now.” “That sounds suspiciously specific.” “She was flirting with some DJ for like three months,” Jules replied before shrugging. “Whatever. Maybe the universe finally got tired of our toxicity.” “You sound too calm about this.”

“I don’t live in my house anymore, baby—” “Don’t call me that.” “But you’re my baby. My woman.” Julian winced when a throb shot through his ribs—but he was over dramatic as it was only pity that kept Lena’s attention on him at the moment. “I am not your woman, Julian,” Lena whispered. “I was yours once but you chose someone else over me. You cheated on me with another woman.” “I never cheated—” “You lied about her. You visited her. Even if you didn’t stick your dick in her, that is also considered cheating.”

Just the two of us. He didn’t offer me a seat. Instead, he stood close, too close, studying my face. “You said you’ve been having impure thoughts about a priest,” he said softly. “Tell me… what exactly do you imagine him doing to you?” My face burned. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… I imagine him kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Taking me in ways that are forbidden.” His breathing had grown heavier. “And does that make you wet, Isabella? Does imagining a man of God fucking you make your innocent little pussy ache?”

"I think that Charlotte is the culprit. If she hadn't deliberately seduced him, Jonathan wouldn't have cheated." "If it hadn't been Charlotte, it would have been someone else. It's not like Jonathan was held at knifepoint and forced to cheat. No excuse can be made for that. I think it's nonsense when novel writers include reasons that can't be spoken about in their plot. Why do you think we have mouths?" "I agree. It looks like normal people still exist." Giselle was engrossed in the comments section. Charlotte soon found out that Giselle had reposted her new post.

“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?

No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me. Everything made sense now. Winona did not want me to work at Pinnacle Hotel because she was afraid I would run into her and her lover. She had apologized to me with a kiss to dispel my doubts. As for refusing to do it with me, she wanted to keep herself pure for her man. We had been together for five years. She once won me over by donating a kidney to me. Now, she cheated on me, turning me into an absolute joke of a man.

Would I ever find happiness again, or was this the end of the road for me? I stood in front of the judge, my hands shaking as I listened to the lawyer representing Damon speak. "Your honor, Mrs. Contreras is trying to get a divorce based on her allegations that my client cheated on her. But I would like to point out that she herself has a history of infidelity. She cheated on my client with not one, but multiple men during the course of their marriage. And yet, my client has always stood by her and tried to make things work. He has never once strayed from their vows. We ask that the court denies Mrs. Contreras' request for a divorce and instead, orders couples counseling to try and work on t

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.