Revenge Cheating Husband Novels & Stories

"He's going to bring this girl into the crossfire we're about to face and just leave her there? What will happen if she gets hurt? If just her rejection is already making him act this pathetic, what kind of useless will he become if something really bad happens to her?" "Well, I would bet that he would become an obsessed and cruel old man, who is willing to destroy even the lives of his own son and nephew to get revenge on his wife. I don't know if you realize, you old fuck, but you're not the only one who managed to find a woman who turned your life upside down. So, stop trying to ruin things for both of us, just because you're jealous that we still have a future ahead of us." “Do you reall

John asked. I saw Taylor’s jaw clenched and his face turned even darker. I can read it clearly from his expression, he don’t want me to utter another word. I smirked at him and walked to face his family. “My husband here cheated on me with his business partner. A girl, yes, and that girl is shoving a huge fucking dildo in my husband’s butt-hole! Now tell me again to forgive this bastard and move on from this problem.” They all went paled. I don’t know what Taylor looks like since he was standing quietly behind me.

Her voice sharpened as she pressed on: "And more than that, she tried to seduce my husband, Dad. She stooped that low. The fact that I haven't retaliated or destroyed her reputation yet is already more mercy than she deserves." "You expect me to deal with the consequences of her vile behavior?" Her tone rose, fierce and unyielding. Mark, visibly drained, rubbed his temples in exasperation. "Fine. What is it that you want?" He had no energy left for arguments-he just needed to resolve the fallout.

Both of them seemed to have been caught cheating on each other. Axton immediately pulled away from Angelina's body, but Angelina deliberately hugged her husband's burly hand, as if holding the man. Moreen's face immediately turned sour. Surely, he was very jealous to see Axton and Angelina in an almost hugging position.

"And you are…?" Grayson opened his mouth. "I'm her husband…" "Her husband?" The nursing student's voice cut like glass. "Do you know her child could have been saved? When she was brought in, she was covered in blood! And she chose to give up the baby—signed the abortion consent and divorce agreement with hands soaked in it!" The nursing student's eyes flashed with anger. "Sir, I don't know what happened between you two, but as a husband, you have failed her completely."

“Stolen things never last, Elizabeth. Reese is a serial cheater. He cheated on me countless times — I’m certain of that now. He’ll cheat on you too. It’s in his blood. He can’t help himself. He’s a fuckboy. So enjoy your new marriage with a player while it lasts.” I laughed right in her face, throwing my hair over my shoulder. “Well, okay. If you say so.” I stepped closer, voice dropping. “I’ll enjoy my marriage. You know why? No matter how many times he cheats, no matter how many videos like this I receive…” I held up the flash drive. “At least I know Reese will always come back to me at the end of the day. He’s my husband. He chose me over you. And over every other woman like you.”

She ran a thriving interior design firm, her name known and respected in the business world, and to the outside world, she was the picture of confidence and contentment. But behind her calm smile, Elara carried a heavy burden. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the man who had once been her world: Kian Vance. The man who had been her husband, her partner, her everything—until he had turned cold, distant, and cruel. One day, without warning, he had filed for divorce, stripped her of the assets they had built together, and told her in a voice as cold as ice: “You are not worthy of being my wife. Leave my life and never return.”

What have I done? My husband’s face flashes in my mind—Christopher, with his cruel eyes and cutting words. The man who humiliated me, belittled me, and cheated on me without so much as an apology. He deserves this, I remind myself. But the thought does little to calm the storm brewing inside me. Cheating is wrong, no matter the justification. Yet here I am, lying next to Sebastian after hours of reckless, passionate abandon. And the worst part? I don’t regret it. Not entirely. There's no going back.

Vivian was Adrian's infamous first love—the woman who had supposedly betrayed him, broken his heart, and abandoned him years ago because he was too poor for her. "How... how can you do this to me?" I wept, forcing the words out through the suffocating tightness in my chest. "Adrian... you are my husband." "Even now, on her deathbed, she still has the nerve to call my husband hers," Vivian sneered, rolling her eyes. "You are truly pathetic, Elena." "Don't stress yourself, my love," Adrian purred, leaning down to tenderly kiss Vivian's temple before rubbing her belly. "You shouldn't waste your energy talking to a rotting corpse."