Stories About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

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?"

He replied, returning the handshake, "we're just doing business.” Then, I called for Vickie, the only maid I trusted. Richard whispered in my ear as I called her. “So, uhh… did your fiancé like, cheat on you or something?” “I don't wanna talk about him,” I huffed, just as Vickie was approaching us, “I’m slightly better now and I don't want anything to ruin my mood until today is over.” “You called, ma'am.” Vickie bowed the moment she reached us. Without any delay, I explained to Vickie everything that happened but I didn't mention anything about Claire.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

Chapter 4 Stranger From Last Night. Lyla Atelo. The last twenty four hours lay heavily on me. I was emotionally drained of everything. I had cheated on my husband. I didn't even wait to hear his explanations before doing something so stupid. A steaming cup of coffee was pushed in front of me, and I lifted my gaze to stare at my husband. Did he even consider me as his wife? Were we going to get divorced? What would my good-for-nothing family say if that happened?

with Sierra immediately following her and after a second the lady joined them too. In the modern-day office cabin, Cliterella was sitting on a long back chair while the lady opposite of her. "So... what is your story?" Cliterella asked folded her hands as she sits in a graceful manner. "I found out that my husband is cheating on me... so I thought why not me," the words of the lady made Cliterella burst into laughter. "Really?" she leaned forward and continued, "You see the thing is many couples if they caught their partners cheating on them... instead of making them realizing their mistakes they just made the same mistakes."

She crossed her arms and waited for me to speak. I swallowed hard and decided to spill the beans. “Well, I caught your husband cheating on you the night of the club,” I said, and she blinked. “What? What do you mean? That’s not possible,” she stuttered. I raised my eyebrows and glared at her. “You caught your husband cheating on you live and direct in your matrimonial home, and I’m telling you that I caught him cheating too. And you’re saying it’s not possible? Oh come on Sheba, don’t tell me that you’re about to be as delusional as I was,” I yelled at her and she kept mute.

She started making up lies to Brian — to me — claiming Dominic had taken her to car shows, claiming they were spending entire weekends together. Except here’s the problem. Every “car show” she bragged about? I was the one standing next to my husband. And while he was walking around admiring engines, I was texting her as Brian. “Wow, he sounds amazing.” “You must feel special.” All while watching him buy lemonade ten feet away. She swore he was with her. He was with me. She created stories to compete with a woman she didn’t even know was his wife. And Dominic? He never suspected a thing.