Saddest Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

CELESTE POV The first time I saw my husband cheating on me was on I*******m. Not in person, not even through a rumour, but via a post his secretary had ‘mistakenly’ tagged me in. “Some nights are too perfect to share with others,” I read the caption aloud. 11:59 pm.

"I came all the way here to catch a mistress!" She pointed at the car she had been threatening to smash. "That's Winston's car. His mistress is hiding inside and too terrified to come out right now, while he has left to buy cigarettes in the convenience store. "Come on, Alera. Help me drag that whore out of the car!" Her words made me laugh in sheer fury. Winston cheated on her, yet she was still desperately clinging to him. "I have zero interest in your drama," I announced, then turned around to leave. But in the next second, she dropped to her knees right in front of me.

The corner of Alex's lips curls up in a smirk as she as reclines on the chair, and stares up at her brother being all dramatic. Wendy feels her heart tighten in pain at her last words, as the realization hits her hard that her husband is still in love with his so-called ex-lover. Has she always been the second choice all these while? "Just fucking wait for his reply before you conclude," Her subconscious mind screams at her, and she gulps down nothing nervously as she stares at them. As much as she is curious to know what his reply would be, noticing the silence that ensues over there, she's also scared of learning the truth. What if he confesses to still being in love with her? What will be

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

No matter how much I tried to bury my head in the sand, I knew that this was clear evidence she was cheating on me. Everything made sense now. Winona did not want me to work at Pinnacle Hotel because she was afraid I would run into her and her lover. She had apologized to me with a kiss to dispel my doubts. As for refusing to do it with me, she wanted to keep herself pure for her man. We had been together for five years. She once won me over by donating a kidney to me. Now, she cheated on me, turning me into an absolute joke of a man.

She sat there crying, “When I was with Greyson, he still had nothing. It was me who stabilized the company with him. Because I had two daughters, I resigned and went home to take care of the children and his parents. Now he is rich, but he kept you outside. Ailina, you destroyed other people's families. You are not worthy of being a public figure, and you are not worthy of being a person. Do you know how much I have paid for him?” The woman sat on the ground crying as she counted the past offers to her husband. I stopped in my tracks and frowned at her. From her appearance, it didn’t seem like she was lying. In other words, her husband had cheated. However, it was not known who the cheating

Becca averted her gaze immediately, thinking to herself, “And here it comes.” “Oh my God! That is so horrible! That poor man is going through a whole lot. I mean, wasn’t he in the news some months ago when it was said that his then-wife, now ex-wife, was cheating on him … and with her ex-boyfriend too, who also happened to be siphoning money from one of the man’s companies. The whole thing was like a scene from a bad movie. Now, this…” Sandra said, trailing off when she saw the tears that were still gathered in Becca’s eyes.

"I don't even know how to explain it without sounding like I'm losing my mind." "Tell me about it, Cat." His voice was quiet, steady, none of the demanding tone his mother would have carried asking the same question. "You know I won't judge whatever comes out of your mouth. I never have." That was true. In five years, Adrian had never once flinched at anything I'd told him, not the accident, the pregnancy, not the nights I woke up screaming from dreams I refused to tell anyone else. He'd simply stayed and calmed me down exactly when I needed one.

She let out a whimper as she went through the comments that were flooding in faster than she could read: I knew she was too good to be true. So the rumors were true all along. Just that it's the two men, not just one. Using a tragedy to hide her filth. Poor Hayden. He gets paralyzed, and his wife brings her lovers into his bed. Being a gold digger isn’t enough. She had to be a cheater, too. Disgusting whore Her breath caught. “They’re…” she swallowed. “They’re saying…” She could not even finish it.

He hadn't thought, hadn't let himself think, that the woman who had saved his father's life could die because he'd cut off her medication. His hand shook so badly the recorder fell out of the certificate's folder and pressed itself on the floor. From the recorder: "Taking pictures after sex was just something Sheila liked to do. I shot tons of them with her. Then I found out she was cheating on me with some bald millionaire and dumped her." "When I was dating Sheila I was rich. Then my family lost everything, and she was hooking up with my best friend by the weekend." "I wasn't dating her. Does a one-night stand count as dating? She knew I was married. We were a transaction at best."