Saddest Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

“Daisy knows, doesn’t she? You’re covering for them. I can see it. Daisy fucking knows.” “I’m not covering for anyone.” Charles says, exasperated. “This is all messed up. I’m trying to figure out what to do too but I can’t now because you are laying pressure on me.” Arthur shakes his head, his fists clenching. “Figure out what to do? You’re doing nothing! You are just like him, h wait, you are exactly like him. You cheated on your own former wife, didn’t you?” Charles’s eyes cloud over. “Don’t bring Bethany into this. It’s different.”

"Because Henry and I are divorced." There was dead silence on the line. After several seconds, she finally stammered. "Divorced? When did that happen? Why didn't anyone tell me about it?" "Yesterday. It just went through," I calmly answered. "Did—" Her voice started to shake as she snapped, "Did you cheat on my son? Were you sneaking around behind his back with another man? I knew you were no good!" I let out another chuckle. "Sorry, but I actually have standards. I'm not that shameless. The one who cheated was Henry."

“That’s… that’s not Marcus. Why would you even think that?” I shrug, making sure to filter my jealousy out of my words. “People cheat. Even the ones who seem perfect.” Lila jumps in immediately. “Oh, I’ve been there. Y’all…” She sets her glass down. “I thought my last boyfriend was loyal. Turned out he was fucking his coworker in the parking garage after every shift. Men lie so well when they want to.” Chloe nods in agreement. “Mine cheated with his trainer. I found out he was the one who curated the same playlist my boyfriend and I fuck with. It was a messy one.”

My fingers tighten around the fork I'm holding. “Several months ago, I found out my husband— I mean Grey—was cheating on me with my twin sister. I was so hurt. I confronted him, but you know, the cheating part didn't hurt as much as the fact that none of them cared. They were so nonchalant, so uncaring.” I watch her expression. “Don’t scream yet, I just got started,” I laugh—the sound surprises me, it’s loud—“about a month later, I found out they have a five-year-old boy together.”

“Liliana, please… it was a mistake. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought if I waited long enough, we could figure it out. I still love you, baby. You know that, right? This is all a misunderstanding. I can fix it. Just give me time—” “Time?” I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and ugly. “You had three years. Three years of me crying in the bathroom, wondering what was wrong with me. Three years of me smiling through the pain because I didn’t want to lose you. And then you cheated with my best friend. My best friend, Alex! On the same night I found out the truth. How fucking pathetic are you?”

It would have gotten him tons of followers and turned the narrative around. But it backfired. They got lost, and ended up dying of thirst in the desert. They had called him. He just didn't pick up—because he didn't think it was time yet. When Michelle heard this, she broke down crying all over again. She tried to jump off a building to kill herself. But I wasn't about to let her die that easily. She still owed me a fortune. She could pay it all back first. When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be.

“I broke off the engagement after I found out he was cheating with his so-called cousin.” “What?” “That cheating bastard,” she snapped angrily. “He lied to me, he said she was family. Turns out she was his side piece.” “I’m so sorry, Isa. That’s awful. Michael is an idiot for cheating on you.” “That wasn’t even the worst part,” she continued bitterly. “After the engagement ended, I found out he emptied our savings account.” “He stole your money?” “It was a joint account,” she said. “We were saving for our wedding… our future. I put everything in there—my savings, my investments… everything. He took it all and disappeared.”

The third was a screenshot of a post Chloe had uploaded three days earlier. It showed a staged, alarming photo and a caption that read: 'If everyone thinks this is my fault, maybe disappearing is the only way I can prove I’m innocent.' I typed: 'To all: I’m sorry today’s engagement party ended this way. These are the records of Adrian Cole and Chloe Bennett’s relationship. As Adrian’s former fiancée, I thought the Cole family deserved the facts. Chloe also appears to be in an unstable emotional state. The Cole family may want to check on her before she creates a larger scene.'

"Get out. All of you." Alone again, I collapsed into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me like a dying animal. Ella's signature stared up from the papers, each elegant curve a betrayal. How long had she been planning this? The thought of her meeting secretly with that lawyer, Gregory Chris, made bile rise in my throat. Was she sleeping with him? Had she spread her legs for him like she had for me, playing the innocent while plotting her escape? My phone was in my hand before I realized I'd moved, thumbs flying across the screen: "Tell my dear uncle he should be more careful about where he takes my wife. Those hotel security cameras catch everything."

James handed over a photograph. In the photo, Wendy was linking arms with another man as they went in and out of a maternity hospital. That man was a leading enforcer from an underground casino in Jelaston—someone Cameron knew all too well. "Cameron, you thought you were her beloved. In fact, you were just her ATM and her fall guy."