Second Wave Of Anger After Cheating Novels & Stories

Thought you said you're not hungry? She strutted past him meanly towards their car. Her heart was burning with anger. Must it be a waitress? Seriously? As she walked, she shook her head unbelievably. He followed her. The feeling of being cheated on, that it has to be a waitress and the waitress spilling coffee over her balled together and slammed into her. The pain was unbearable and her anger grew by each second, reddening her face. She couldn't comprend all that she felt. This was not her. She usually gave a fuck about something. What's wrong? A normal Destiny wouldn't be this mad.

the soldier replied coldly. I was angry. Just as I wanted to keep arguing, a sharp pain coursed through my body. I bent over, groaning out. This pain was caused by betrayal. In the werewolf world, when your mate cheats on you, you feel the unbearable pain and get the image of them having sex. Those images were in my head at this very moment. Just across this door, they were naked on our wedding bed. Leah’s legs were wrapped around Tristan’s waist, and he was fucking her like a wild beast.

The name alone made something inside me twist. I hadn’t spoken it out loud in years. “She cheated,” I said flatly. “And when I saw that picture—when I saw you laughing with him—I felt it all over again. That same damn feeling I swore I’d never let happen again.” Her face softened, just a fraction, but I saw it — pity. And pity was worse than anger. “Dominic…” “Don’t,” I snapped, harsher than I meant to. “Don’t look at me like that. Like I’m some wounded thing you need to fix.”

The anger became wrath all of a sudden because she was confronted with the possible loss of the company as well as the infidelity of her husband. At that moment, she felt she was having extreme punishment like tens of thousands of knives were attacking her in a row. Her forehead was covered with sweat. In addition, the fierce hit just now made her face deadly pale. The last shred of sanity before her breakdown had her ask him, "Cameron, I am nice to you, right? I haven't been through difficulties with you these years? I have your baby. Have I ever shamed you? Why did you cheat on me?"

She likely never expected me to stumble upon the truth hidden deep within her computer. From that exact second, any remaining love between us was burned to ashes. The awards ceremony collapsed into total chaos because of that video. Edward never got his hands on that trophy, and Megan's firm was crushed under the weight of public outrage. "How can people like this be allowed to practice law? It's completely psychotic!" "I can't believe someone who looks so elegant could be this evil. The victim's family still hasn't received justice." "What a shameless couple! She actually got married to another man behind her husband's back. I hope their firm goes bankrupt immediately!"

I wanted to lock away the rest of the world, for at least a few days, until the ache in my chest wasn’t quite so sharp. When Jordyn had cheated on me, I was angry. It was a sharp anger, fueled by his betrayal. With Dillon, it was different. It was more of a hurt, and less of an anger. I much preferred the anger I’d felt with Jordyn to the hurt I felt with Dillon. I could do something with anger. I could act on it. With hurt, I was completely powerless.

My legs gave way, and I crumpled onto the rug beside the sofa, all the strength gone from my body. I curled into myself, a low moan escaping as a familiar, stabbing pain lanced through my lower abdomen—a permanent souvenir from the accident, the stillbirth, and the countless medical invasions that followed. Now, my heart was being shredded just as thoroughly. When I'd lost my first baby, my ex-husband had paraded Kayla in front of my hospital bed, their cruel happiness stabbing at me so seriously that I nearly hemorrhaged. It was then that Grayson appeared. He dragged my ex-husband out of the ward, fists landing solid and merciless.

getaways when I thought we were reconnecting. Heartbreak crashed over me again, fresh and raw. Tears burned my eyes as I watched a third woman describe how he’d laughed about “keeping the peace at home.” I’d baked him cakes. Cheered from the stands. Defended him against every rival rumor, including the ones about Chase. All while he was out there treating me like an accessory. But this time, the heartbreak didn’t swallow me whole. It shifted. Slowly at first, then faster, boiling into something hotter. Anger. Pure, blazing anger that straightened my spine and dried my tears.

Erica POV A lump formed in my throat as I stared at Chris, Max, and Ken, waiting, hoping for some explanation, some defense, some shred of regret for betraying me. But all I found in their eyes was anger, not remorse. Not shame. They didn't even look sorry for cheating on me, getting another woman pregnant. Instead, Chris glared, nostrils flaring, Max's lips curled in disgust. Ken's gaze was ice. My heart twisted painfully. Was I really that worthless to them? Had they even considered how much?

That jerk! In confusion and rage, I clutched my head with both hands while staring at my stuff. Where do I go from here? How could Max? Did he think he could just throw me away without any consequences? Did he think I would just disappear into thin air while he enjoyed life with Amani? My anger doubled. I sank my fingers into the mattress, thinking of all the years I wasted loving Max. "Cheating bastard! Piece of shit! Bottom barrel man!" "Hey, you okay?" A voice sounded.