Saddest Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

With every question, another shade of color drained from his face. "That's not ... none of that is what you think." He floundered, eyes darting. "Sophia and I, it was all for publicity. Work. The sheets were an accident. The bracelet, she took it. I didn't know she'd break it. Your foot, I thought you were exaggerating. I thought you were bluffing." "Evan." I cut him off. "You're still lying." "Lying?" The word stung him like a slap. Red flooded his face. "What about you? Already found someone new? That fast? Because of him? This pretty boy? Lillian, eight years together, and I don't even measure up to a few months with this guy?"

Now you have experienced how it feels to be accused of something you didn't do. I turned my head and looked at the teacher, who was arrogant and proud. Earlier he had become a chicken. "All bark but no bites." I clicked my tongue. "Sally Reyes, 31 years old, married with two kids, yet her private life isn't clean. Cheated on her husband, involved with homicide, leads almost ten young girls to commit suicide, and always goes to the motel with different men every night." I chuckled and watched her eyes widen and turn pale as she uttered 'how'.

“So I thought I’d go back to Justin’s place for a bit. And then… A-And…” My sobs returned before I could finish. Tita Cecile reached out and rubbed my back, soothing me. “Sshh… It’s okay. Tell me when you’re ready.” I sniffled like a child, and when I finally caught my breath, I continued. “I-I caught him, Tita. Justin was cheating on me... with Sheila,” I confessed through my tears. “I don’t know what I did wrong, Tita. I loved him so much. I gave him everything. And Sheila—she’s like a sister to me. I trusted her. But they still did this to me. It hurts so much, Tita. I don’t know what to do anymore!”

Guilt was plastered on his face, and that pretty much hinted that he might have actually cheated! “Oh, my god! You really cheated on me with Charlie!” Sofia screamed. Tears muddled her eyes. “Why Charlie, of all people? Why?” The words that came out of Sofia’s mouth angered Taylor. He marched down the stairs and declared, “I’m too fucking good for Charlie to cheat on me. If anything, Charlie is addicted to me and me alone!” Taylor grabbed Archie by the collar and demanded, “If you cheated? Who did you cheat with, Archie? Don’t fucking involve my girlfriend in this because if you do! I’ll tell my grandfather to fire your -”

And to distract me from the world collapsing around me. "That girl over there..." Isabelle said. Pointed at a girl our age licking an ice cream amongst a group of men a tad older than her. She was twirling her hair with a finger. Looked lost as she gazed at them. "She cheated on her mate with his best friend. No one saw it coming. They were the perfect couple. Her mate hung himself shortly after." A travesty. To have so much trust in a person only for them to ruin it all. Break your heart into millions of pieces and never apologize for it. How she could carry on after knowing what she had done to him... It would always be a mystery to me.

“This isn’t the ring you threw away. I went to the hospital and had one of my ribs removed to make a new one.” A shiver crawled up my spine. He had actually broken his own rib just to keep me. Though I didn’t feel moved by his devotion, only horrified by his madness. He continued, “This ring isn’t the old one, and I’m not the old Dylan anymore. So, can’t we start again?” I stared at the ring with mixed emotions. A part of me mourned the love we could never regain. The rest simply regretted the time I wasted on him. “Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it.

“She’s not taking my calls or replying to my messages. I’ve tried everything you told me to do... Dad, she just won’t listen.” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Cheating is serious, Adrian. It destroys relationships. You know that.” I paused, letting the truth sink in. He looked away, shame written all over his face. I could see how the guilt was eating him up. It was hard to see him like this, and it brought back my own painful memories. I remembered how Angelique, my ex-wife, had an affair with my closest friend because I wasn’t earning enough at the time. Her cruel justification, “I did it for you,” had shattered me, leaving me broken in ways I hadn’t fully understood until now.

The day before my flight home, I received the devastating news that my nephew had suddenly died. Tristan’s intense guilt made him swear he would make it up to me on our anniversary. I grabbed Tristan’s wrist tightly and confronted him with my shaky voice, “Tristan Wolfe! How could you do this to my family? “You cheated on me, and you stole my sister’s baby for her? You’re a monster!” Tristan viciously shook my hand off. “What is your problem? You’re spouting pure nonsense!” I stumbled back several steps and fell to the floor in a humiliating heap.

despite the fact that I was absolutely petrified. He got up and walked around the room, then returned with a glass of water for me and handed it to me. After that, he stood up again and continued walking around the room. I drank the entire contents of the glass in one gulp. Then he continued his line of thought by saying, "yes, the fact of the matter is that he was unable to make you pregnant. He couldn't stand it when people talked about him behind his back, saying that he couldn't get any woman pregnant no matter what he did. Do you believe that he took the life of the woman who was meant to be his mate twenty years ago because she cheated on him?"

I used to trust Luciana with my whole heart, and the more I trusted her then, the more it hurt now. Jared once told me something I should have listened to more carefully. He said he came from a broken home, where his father cheated on his mother. When his mother found out, she severed their mate bond and walked away without looking back. Since then, young Jared never saw her again. "There's one thing I hate most in this world, Monica. It's betrayal," he told me once.