Second Wave Of Anger After Cheating Novels & Stories

I did exactly what they wanted. I stared at the screen, the light reflecting in my eyes. A dark wave of realization washed over me. I had not just thrown away a cheating wife. I had hurt a woman. I had looked into the eyes of the person who had tried to care for me in this cold house and I had called her a bad name. A new kind of anger took hold of me. I clenched the phone hard and the glass cracked. The blood in my veins turned to venom.

Adrian had finally realized it — he'd fallen for this beautiful, elegant woman. "She's my girlfriend." He turned back to look at Lacey. Panic flooded her face. "My girlfriend is outstanding. Why on earth would I stay with a cheap cheat like you?" That remark struck a nerve. Lacey didn't dare take her anger out on Adrian, so she redirected all her hatred toward Gina. "It's your fault. If you hadn't seduced him, Adrian might have forgiven me."

she demanded. This was the third time she had caught me cheating. Every single time, she reacted with the same hysterical despair and devastation, as if the world were ending. The first time it happened, I panicked and tried to cover it up. The second time, I felt guilty and clumsily made up excuses. But this time, I just felt a wave of irritation. "I don't know," I said. "What do you mean, you don't know?" "I was out socializing back then. I got wasted a few times, so I don't really remember."

She isn't really sad, all I can see is anger, not heartbreak. “You shouldn't have snooped around, and now you just want to ruin what we had,” he says. Most cheaters think like that, like they can deceive anyone. They don't know how stupid they sound when saying it. “I just want you to know how stupid you are. Your understanding level is low, and your grammar is bad. But I decided to just overlook those things and stay. But f*** you!" She cusses him out and doesn't leave out the legendary part. She splashes coffee on his face. Two times.

she had asked during our third session. “That they did it at all.” “Is that all?” I thought about it. “No. I’m angry that they were stupid enough to do it in front of an open window. I’m angry that someone filmed it and posted it online. I’m angry that I had to find out the same way millions of strangers found out. I’m angry that I trusted them. Both of them.” “What else?” “I’m angry that I still think about it every single day. That I can’t move on. That they’re probably fine and I’m still here, two years later, paying you a hundred and fifty dollars an hour to talk about my feelings.”

“It’s not me! This was none of my business! “It’s Dylan! He said as long as I could expel Brooklyn, the Anderson family would pay me a million dollars! “He’s the one who gave me all the cheat sheets! I was blinded by the money!” Everyone gasped. The wealthy young man who was once highly regarded suddenly became extremely despised. Peter was shaking with anger. He immediately slapped Dylan. “Rascal! How could you do such things?!” That slap was harder than what Peter had wanted to inflict on me earlier.

"What happened today was not your fault, Nate. Everyone around here loves following up an ugly sequence and watching it turn toxic without doing anything to stop it. To be honest, the whole stuff wasn't getting to me until this morning. I hate myself that I was so fucking blind and stupid." Anger twists inside me, raw and deep, my voice growing with it. "Jason was cheating on me with my bestfriend right behind my back, and I didn't fucking know. I feel so used, so manipulated, and the bastard son of a bitch and the fucking whore that pretended to be my bestfriend are just out there. No one is trolling them. No one is bashing them." A sad chuckle falls off my lips. "Maybe I should do somethin

Lie after lie, mistress after mistress…Cold and lonely nights waiting for a man who didn't care “God,” I choked, my voice shaking with anger I could no longer hold back. “I hate you. And I hate your mistresses.” “Aria?” Taylor’s voice came soft, almost cautious, but I was too angry to care. I should have done this in his office the day he divorced to feel better about his cheating, lying self . I pushed back my chair and stood, ready to walk out, but I barely made it a step before he dragged me back.

"Haven't I treated you well all these years? We waited three years for this child! How could you just get rid of it? Did you even think about how I would feel? Pearl, when did you become so heartless?" His voice was strained, his anger barely contained. Beneath it, there was heartbreak, desperation, and sorrow. He sounded like the victim, as though I were the one who betrayed him. I snapped. "Boweike, you cheated on me! You lied about work while you spent your time with Mia! You traveled the world with her! You showered her with gifts and sweet words! And the worst part? You did all of that while I was pregnant with your child! Boweike, did you ever think about how I felt?"

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.