Stories About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

Adrian closed the bathroom door, and within seconds, the heavy sound of running water echoed through the room. Amelia stood alone in the quiet bedroom as his words echoed in her head. Her mind was spinning, a dark, terrifying doubt creeping into every corner of her thoughts. The perfume... Natalie’s warning... the late-night meetings... Is he really cheating on me? she thought, her stomach twisting into a sickening knot. Is my husband lying to my face? She shook her head sharply, trying to force the unbearable thought away. She couldn't lose her mind to insecurity. She had just cut off her best friends to protect this marriage; she couldn't start doubting him now.

The Twins stare at me for a long moment—as if they couldn't hear me at first—but then when the words settled in their eyes narrowed in disbelief. “What did you say?“ Kieran asked, his voice was deep but barely audible. I swallowed hard, and said the words again —louder and clearer, “My husband is cheating on me with my sister and as a rebel against him, I want you to fuck me.“ Their lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Did you think you can handle us both?“ Kael asked.

His apology wasn’t going to bring her back. “I beg you, Rebecca,” he continued, his eyes pleading. “I don’t know what came over me. You gave me everything a wife could give, and I threw it all away. I cheated on you with some chick in my office.” There it was again. Another lie, as transparent as glass. His tone was almost dismissive as he referred to his secretary as'some chick.’ If she had meant so little to him, would he have married her the second I was out of the picture? My lips curled into a smirk. The hypocrisy was laughable.

"If my health is compromised, there's a chance it might not work in the future." Paige replied, "...It can't be that serious." Chris raised an eyebrow. "You don't believe me?" Paige nodded and said, "Women all over the world get pregnant. It's not just me. Other women go through it too. How do their partners handle it?" Chris said, "Did you miss what Lisa told you just now? Husbands are most likely to cheat during their wife's pregnancy. As for other men... they stray." Paige hesitated and replied, "Even if some do, that's only a small percentage. What about the majority?"

My heart sank, I couldn’t believe it. I pinched myself and rubbed my eyes, to be sure I was seeing the right thing, I wanted to be sure that this wasn’t a nightmare. I opened my eyes widely open, and nothing changed, it was the truth, I wasn’t imagining things. My husband was cheating on me, our marriage wasn’t even a week yet. My husband is a cheat. My head made a loud sound, sending my whole body shaking. “Harder, Sebastian!” The woman moaned, pulling Sebastian down to herself, as she took his lips.

He just wanted to kill someone to calm the anger and bitterness he was feeling inside. Bridget was angry when she heard his accusations. "Are you accusing me of cheating on you now? Did you forget that you are the one who cheated on me? Who knows how many women you've slept with for the past five years? Oh, you don't even consider it cheating since you were never really married to me in the first place. You can do whatever I want, but if I want to move on and find happiness for myself, it means that I am cheating on you?" Bridget could not understand this logic, and it was driving her crazy .

It was because he was cheating on me. People were right when they said that the only reason that husbands would lose interest in their wives was because they were cheating on them. I had always been a very traditional woman and treated my husband as the most important person. I didn't expect him to betray me and lie to me. Neither did I expect him to spend my hard-earned money on another woman. That night, my husband never came into the bedroom. I didn't know when I fell asleep again.

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.

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"