Saddest Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

“I thought it was just troubles about her daughter having cancer. But now that I see you, one thing became clear: Melissa was struggling with a cheating husband too.” My mouth falls open. “Did she say that?” “No,” the woman says innocently. “She didn’t have to. Everyone at work watched her struggle every single day. Alone. I heard she also died that way. Alone. Unwanted. Betrayed.” “That’s not it at all.” My throat feels tight. “I tried to be there for her—” “Oh, don’t worry, there’s no use worrying about all of it now,” she interjects, her tone shifting to something more cheerful. “I’m sure you did your best. Sometimes our best just isn’t enough. I’m sure Melissa is in a better place now.”

And the cause of their breakup was obvious: cheating. The funniest part of it all is that that lady is the most respected of all the others he has had in his entire thirty-three years. Why? Because she happens to be the only one who ever tied him in the name of love. But even that could not hold his dick in check. He failed barely in the second month when the so-called model found him fucking a bitch inside his office. What a disgusting disgrace of a human being!

We sat as far away from them as possible, because we did not need to be a part of this drama. From what I could loosely tell from my abysmal French, the man had cheated on her with her friend, and she was breaking up with him after finding out just now. The boyfriend meanwhile was trying to plead with her and beg for her forgiveness, but she just wasn’t buying it. “I’d hate to be them right now,” Rachel said, glancing sideways at the couple. “Imagine having to fly with a partner who you just figured out is cheating on you.” “He seems like an asshole,” I said. “I despise men who cheat.”

I opened the unknown message first. "Nina, please, give me a chance to explain myself. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. Please give me another chance. You can't throw away our years of relationship like that" Anger immediately filled my chest. Wasn’t cheating enough? Now he was trying to convince me that what I saw wasn’t real. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Then I opened Liana’s message. Honestly, I already knew what she would say, but curiosity got the better of me.

“You don’t do matches with anyone that has a history of cheating.” I nodded. “Have you ever heard of the saying, Once a cheater always a cheater?” “I know right!?” Bethany rhetorically shouted. A disappointed sigh soon followed, on the other side of the line. “I told Iris that, but she did not budge. She’s close to falling into depression, because of how much pain she feels when she sees him with another woman in the tabloids. I’m worried that she might do something crazy, that she’ll regret.”

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

“We were together for less than a month. Sure, I thought she was different, but it still didn’t occur to me that we were going to be together forever. It didn’t hurt much breaking up with her. And I don’t really feel any remorse for a cheater.” Cadence smiled. “That’s right! You shouldn’t waste your sadness on a cheater. Fuck people like them.” Xavi chuckled. “It seems like you’re speaking from experience, huh?” “Oh, you already know,” Cadence said. She only ever had one relationship in her entire life, but boy, was it traumatizing. After she spent so much money on him with her hard-earned money as a waitress back then, he had the audacity to cheat on her with a much younger girl.

Sarah: "Just think - a few more months and we'll be rich. And that pathetic waitress will be gone." The crowd's murmurs turned angry. Someone threw a drink at Tom. "I spent a year gathering evidence," I told the horrified onlookers. "Every murder plan, every detail of their affair." "While they plotted my death, I worked those double shifts. Smiled at their faces. Played the devoted wife." "And yes, Tom - I made sure the child I carried wasn't yours. I wasn't about to give a murderer a legacy." His mother had collapsed into a chair. "My son... "

“Because I wanted a family, Chloe. I still do. And after the miscarriage... you just shut down and took away my dream.” “I was grieving!” I snapped. “I lost our baby!” “And I lost her too!” he shouted. “But you wouldn’t even speak to me. You locked yourself away in therapy and wouldn’t touch me, wouldn’t even look me in the eyes some days.” “So cheating was your solution for this?” I said bitterly. “I needed something,” he said, voice cracking. “Anything to feel like I wasn’t a failure!” I shook my head in disbelief. “You had me.”

I wanted to crawl under the expensive leather seats and stay there forever. "What happened?" Damien asked, noticing my composure slipping. "Why is my executive assistant on the internet yelling at someone in a driveway?" I couldn't even find my voice. I stayed frozen, hiding my face. Chelsea, being as blunt as ever, didn't hesitate. "She was just cheated on by her boyfriend of three years. He cheated with her best friend. That video is currently going viral," she said so casually. I wanted to disappear into the ground. The silence in the car felt a mile deep. I could feel Damien’s gaze on me.