Spouse Cheating Stories Novels & Stories

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.

We both knew, we didn't marry each other out of love. Like any other conglomerate marriage, fidelity isn't part of the deal. If there is any loyalty left in us, it belongs solely to our family business. I had intentionally inserted a clause regarding the transfer of shares in the event of adultery. If Damian Lee cheated, half of his RQL Group shares would be transferred to me. And of course, the same applied to me if I cheated too, but that wouldn’t even happen. I thought it would be easy to wait for him to slip up. I mean, he’s Damian Lee. The people at the club would think he would get another girl on day one.

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d

I dressed frantically, hands shaking so badly I could barely work the zipper. This can't be happening. I love Derek more than anything. We've been trying for a baby for three years. The IVF finally worked and I'm seven months pregnant with our miracle babies. I would never cheat. Especially not with my stepbrother. The room door exploded open. I screamed, spinning around, one shoe on and one off. Camera flashes exploded like grenades behind me. Voices overlapped: "Mrs. Morrison, what do you have to say about the affair?" "Is the baby your brother's?"

, she said and her face dropped gloomily. She sighed and looked at nothing as if feeling bad about the situation, " her former husband really showered her with care and affection, spent lots of money on her, had connections, pampered her, did and gave her everything she wanted, but my sister promiscuous attitude destroyed the marriage, she fell in love with another man because he was better in bed, cheated on her husband and would even bring the man to their home, spend nights with him on their matrimonial bed, and she was so good in hiding it that her husband had no idea, the innocent man was clueless and kept showing her love and affection until she got pregnant for the man she's cheating

Spencer, I gulped hard when I saw a few pictures of him in the file, he...He was with the woman who my husband cheated with, and what shocked me most was him putting a ring on her finger. He's her finance? Did she cheat on him? But! I stared at the picture where Mr. Spencer and the woman were happy, laughing and dancing together, I could see their love in the way they looked at each other in the picture, Why did she cheat on him when she loved him? She was in love with him! It's clear here, but why?

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

By the time I realized what I was doing I was already in above my head. I didn't think about our lunches, little jokes, after work rides or drinks with just us two was cheating on my husband, but I found out just how wrong I was when Thomas came into that bar that evening and found me slow dancing with Johnathan, the way lovers do. When he showed me the pictures and video of the way I was acting it all came crumbling down on top of both Johnathan and myself. Thomas brought Johnathan's wife in with him and when she slapped my face and began hitting her husband with her fist calling us both liars and cheats I saw the rage in both of our spouses eyes. Thomas threw some pictures and video at me

"It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!" "Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, babe, you can toy with him however you want." The couple laughed as they walked into the dream home that should've been mine. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. I stood in the dimly lit stairwell, feeling as though I had plummeted into an ice pit. How dare they? They cheated on me, humiliated me, and plotted against me behind my back! Did they think I couldn't do anything to them?

Disgusted to the core, I hung up the phone. Today, I discovered a hidden side of my husband, who had been seen as a devoted and exemplary spouse for many years. Tears streamed down my face as my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. During the early stages of my pregnancy, I struggled with low progesterone and severe morning sickness. Even a sip of water would make me vomit. The doctor recommended bed rest, and Max insisted that I quit my job to focus on the pregnancy. With more time at home, I often found myself scrolling through the internet and stumbling upon various posts by pregnant women whose husbands had cheated on them during their pregnancies.