Revenge On A Cheating Spouse Novels & Stories

I repeated in a whisper. I felt his hand on my back, softly at first, then stronger when I didn't pull away. “Yes, beautiful. Revenge.” His hand moved down to my waist, where there was an opening in my dress, and I shivered when I felt his bare hand on my skin. “You should reciprocate, don’t you think?” “Are you telling me to cheat on my husband?” I whispered. I gasped softly when I felt his hand slip lower. “No, beautiful. I’m asking you to reciprocate.”

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

In the last twenty-four hours, it feels as if someone tossed my life into a blender and threw in random ingredients that completely turned everything I thought I knew upside down. He was throwing me off my game, and I needed to focus. This wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. It was certainly better than finding out that my husband has been cheating on me for the last eight months with my best friend. But I won’t let this steer me away from my goal of getting revenge on Rowan and Ophelia. I stripped quickly, neatly folding my clothes in a pile, and sat them on one of the chairs, tossing on the dingy, linen medical gown over my head, and sitting atop a chair with stirrups.

"I... I can explain, I swear I didn't know what I was doing. I wasn't in my right sense. I'll do anything you want, please don't..." "You're not planning to use and dump me, right?" he questioned, his deep yet cold voice firm. "Uh?.. I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying," she said. "Last night, when you pleaded for me to touch you, you told me your husband cheated on you and that you're divorcing him," he reminded her. Memories of what she'd said came flashing back. "I'm sorry for that, please don't fire me, I need this job. I was just carried away, I promise it won't happen again," she pleaded desperately. She planned on getting her revenge on Ryder and Sophia, and she could onl

“Because I know it was love.” He started touching things around the office, papers, the edge of the desk, a pen...like he owned the place. It irritated me. It felt deliberate. Like he was trying to provoke me. “You,” he said suddenly, turning toward me, “look like a vindictive woman.” I raised a brow. “After you found out about Ryan cheating and having kids outside of your marriage, you went all in on revenge. And what better way than his own brother?” My expression didn’t change, but inside, I was stunned.

Valerie put on her clothes. - I know it might sound strange but it’s the first time I’m cheating on my husband for all three years of our marriage. On the other hand, I know he’s cheating on me all the time. So, it’s like it’s my revenge. Bob, I must tell you you’re a great seducer. It was your plan to start with the massage, right? - I couldn’t miss the chance. Besides your cheating husband can’t control you today. - OK, I gotta go.

"It's all your fault. That Habbab is about to die is your fault, do you hear me? I'm going to make you pay." "My fault?" I stand up to face that crazy woman. "You were the ones who came into my life through lies and tares. I never asked for that man to marry me and then leave me. None of this is my fault, and all this time you knew the truth and didn't say a word. You are a coward." "You don't know anything about cowardice, you don't know who I am and what I've had to suffer since Habbab started this whole revenge thing. You married my..."

Christopher's expression froze as he remembered his mother's anguish, and how she nearly fainted after discovering his father had an affair. Speaking from personal experience, he said, "Men who claim they're just fooling around and will eventually return home are liars. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Men like him will bring nothing but turmoil and misery to your life. Your best option is to get a divorce as soon as possible." His wise advice surprised Megan. She seemed to have an epiphany and began muttering to herself, "Once a cheater, always a cheater... is it?" Digby lost his cool. He was unable to afford losing his wife and her family's support.

I remembered surviving on tiny moments of affection from someone who treated basic kindness like a reward I needed to earn. “You moved on fast,” he murmured quietly. That did it. I pulled the phone away briefly, staring at it in disbelief before bringing it back slowly. “Fast?” My voice came lower now. “You cheated on me.” “I know.” “You embarrassed me publicly.” “I said I know.” “You slapped me.” The silence afterward stretched for so long that his breathing became the only thing I could hear from his side. Then finally, “I was angry.” The answer shattered something inside me instantly. Because even now, after everything, a part of him still believed there were explanations large enough to

“So you think Charlotte will be happy with you while you're sleeping with her husband?" “They're divorced". I muttered. “Quit this rubbish, Tatiana. The sight of you disgusts me. And I cannot believe you blatantly came to me to spy for your husband. It is hard to believe anything, that you left school and spat on all the support and everything I have done for you for your education, or that you went ahead and destroyed the relationship you and your sister have by taking her husband. What head come over you? And you think I'll be on your side? You come to me with flimsy excises and you think I'll buy them?" He folded his arms. “Get out of here, Tati. Your audacity is a truly wonderful thing".