Romance Novels With Cheating Novels & Stories

"Because I want you to be miserable. You're such a whore. Didn't even wait a year before you went and got another man! I have cause to believe you started sleeping with him while on those trips. You know it's the truth. You harlot!" "So you get to cheat with Diana, while I'm meant to stay stupidly faithful? I can't move on, but you can?" "Is this you admitting you cheated?" "It's whatever you make it out to be, Collins." "Don't give me that answer, slut..." What follows sounds like a scuffle, and I run into the bathroom to see Collins dragging her by her hair. With a roar, I tackle him down with an uppercut, then proceed to kick his stomach and ribs repeatedly, my vision blood red with rage.

I had been the one to attack even before she knew it. “I didn’t mean anything I said, I was just...” “You meant it Larissa, you did and guess what?” Wasn’t she expecting me to say anything was she? Not with how tight it was feeling in my chest. “You have always had this thing, this arrogance of being better.” I shook my head, trying to get closer to her, “No....” She raised her hand silencing me. “Oh, look at me, I am Larissa, little miss perfect who has cheated on her husband and is fucking pregnant!”

“One thing, to write a romance novel.” “Me too. Never liked those types of novels.” “There is one more type that I don't like.” “What type is that?” “Where the husband cheats his wife, and she faithfully prays that he will return to her and that they will live happily ever after.” “Just, look at our Lady Vertina.” “What's with her?” “The last time, I heard about her, she had three lovers and two husbands.” “Three lovers and two husbands? ” “Yes. Do you know, what's the best part?”

“Let me understand something. You've known me for…what? A few hours max? During which, I've insulted you for assholery- well deserved by the way, told you that you should leave first chance you've got and mere minutes ago, tried throwing you out of my apartment. You've experienced all that and you still thought; ‘ah, there's the woman I should marry’?” His gaze flickered and I caught it. Interesting. “‘Fake’ marry,” he corrected, “It isn't personal.” “Oh, good.” I pitched my voice to a saccharine octave, “because that's enough reason to have a very REAL legal marriage with someone I barely know.” He took a deep breath. I could practically see the gears churning in his bean and steeled mysel

Was Steve really cheating on her? She heard the front door open and Steve walked in, looking tired and worn out. "Hey, babe," he said, leaning in for a kiss. But Celess pulled away. "Who is she, Steve?" she asked, her voice shaking. "What are you talking about?" he replied, looking confused. "I know you've been cheating on me," Celess said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Amber saw you at the bar with another woman." Steve's face fell. "Celess, listen to me," he said. "I would never cheat on you. That woman at the bar was just a friend. I was helping her out because she was going through a tough time."

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

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.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

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.”

Instead, he froze, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and something darker flickering in those intense eyes. “What… what are you doing?” he asked, voice low and rough, like he was trying to process the sudden shift in the air. His hand came down to gently cover mine, stopping its progress, but he didn’t remove it. Not yet. I didn’t flinch. I leaned in closer, letting my breasts brush against his bare arm through my thin cocktail dress. My nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric, and I knew he could feel it. “I’m doing what my sister should have done on her wedding night,” I whispered, my lips inches from his ear. “I saw her, Roman. Downstairs. On her knees in her weddin