Second Wave Of Anger After Cheating Novels & Stories

I didn’t even want to see her. “I am sorry,” She said but it’s nothing to me anymore. I am controlling my anger not to burst but the truth is. I want to hurt her for what she has done to me. Everything flashes back from the day that I caught her cheating up to my father’s funeral and her sorry won’t do a thing. Even how many times she says sorry. The damage is done and it won’t fix everything. “How did you know that I am here?” I asked while trying to hold my anger not to burst.

That was how angry that green eyed cheat made me. The fact that I had no one to pour my anger on intensified my frustration. I groaned in frustration as I tried calling her again, “how dare she have the last word!” but it went straight to voicemail. "Damnit!" I cussed loudly as I ran my fingers roughly through my now scattered blonde waves, a bitter chuckle left my lips as my mind replayed the events of today. Valerie had definitely stepped on my bad side and was very much pompous about it. I had never imagined that it was possible to feel this level of anger for someone. I never imagined it was possible to feel this level of anger at all!

"I already explained this to you. Nathan's family once helped me. I treat him well only to repay that kindness. There's nothing improper between us. Why are you spreading nonsense online? He suffers from severe depression—what you're doing is pushing him toward death!" I sneered. "Does repaying a debt of gratitude require kissing? Booking hotel rooms together?" Nathan had sent me photos of them kissing, along with videos of her showering in a hotel bathroom. Each time, he would delete them after sending—but the same trick was enough to keep me awake night after night. Tricia showed not the slightest trace of guilt. "We've never crossed the final line." So unless you go all the way, it doesn'

"I know you're angry." I laughed. It was a bitter laugh. "Angry." did not even begin to describe how I felt. "You think this is anger?" My voice was shaking. "You cheated on me." There was silence again. It lasted longer this time. "You let your mistress humiliate me." I had to swallow "You got another woman pregnant while I was still your wife." Damien did not say anything to defend himself. Maybe he knew he had already lost the right to do that. Finally he spoke up.

I asked softly. She didn’t answer at first, her gaze locked on the ocean in front of us. Finally, she sighed and said, “He was cheating on me. With my ex-best friend.” Her voice was hollow, but then she let out a dry, humorless chuckle. “Funny thing is, I also caught her cheating with my ex. They all seem to really like her.” It took me a second to process her words, and when I did, anger flared in my chest. “Isn’t it time we jump her?” I said sharply.

She knew what he was referring to. "I wasn't married to Dane, Andre. Besides, he was just an ass." "Did you try rekindling the fire with him?" If it was his plan to get her angry, she wouldn't let him succeed. She took in a deep breath, and made herself more comfortable. "Not seeing the signs was my mistake, but there is no fucking excuse for cheating; loss of interest? That's bull. He never tried talking to me so we could work it out, cheating is assholish." She had failed, and the anger had consumed her. But she didn't care anymore, how dare he support the bastard?

"I want you to know it's coming so you don't mistake it for the end of something. It's not the end. It's the accounting." I held that. "Three years," I said. "Three years for me," she said. "You're different from me in specific ways. You have people I didn't have at twenty-six. The soul-bond. Jax. Your mother." She paused. "The anger may be shorter for you. Or it may take a different form. But the cheating feeling will come, and it will be real, and you should let it be real without treating it as a failure of the work."

Worse yet, he'd said that he wanted a divorce. Of course, it had hurt. After all, Jean had loved Perry. Later, Giselle told Jean that Perry had been given a love bug. Technically, it wasn't a conscious choice. But for the love bug to work, Perry had to already have feelings for Angela. That fact alone was enough for Jean to never forgive him with her uncompromising standards. After all, what difference was there? Cheating was cheating. As for Angela, Jean never truly hated her. The bitterness had been fleeting. Men who could cheat were like ticking time bombs. Sooner or later, they would go off. It had nothing to do with who the other woman was.

The noise from them clashed with what I just went through, and everything bumped together, my head spinning so fast, my fist clenched as anger rumbled through my chest. “IT'S NOT ABOUT HER. IT'S ABOUT THE FACT THAT SHE HAS MOVED ON, AND THAT TOO WITH A FREAKING SUGAR DADDY, AND THE FACT THAT I JUST HAD FUCKING MIND-BLOWING SEX WITH THE WHORE, MEGAN. I CHEATED ON RENEE. SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME WHEN SHE FINDS OUT.” I screamed; the tears that welled in my eyes trailed down my cheek before I blinked them away, and my heart weighed heavily in my chest. They were looking at me, eyes wide, mouths dropped open, and their respective hands on their chests.

A cheater, a gold digger, a shameless whore. A wave of disgust swept over me, witnessing her shameless display. Each exposed inch seemed to amplify the betrayal, a stark reminder of her disregard for any semblance of decency. She wasn't just tarnishing herself; she was sullying the very essence of trust and commitment. Anger boiled within me, fueled by the blatant disrespect of love, only after money, and acting shamelessly. A total disgrace. I couldn't stand her, playing games for her own benefit, using people like that. Just downright awful.