Stories About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

He scrambled on all fours to his briefcase and tore it open. The crumpled ultrasound report tumbled out. **Intrauterine early pregnancy, twin viable fetuses, 8 weeks gestational age.** Black ink on white paper, like a blade driven straight through his heart. He had kicked his own twins to death—for another man's child. He had spent six years scheming, only to drive out the wife who truly loved him and would have given him everything. And what had he gotten in return? Six years of being made a fool of, and total financial ruin.

Jennifer asked, "That one you sent me, where the wife goes back to college and can't control herself. That was hot. But I'm kind of surprised you liked it?" "Standard disclaimers," I said, simply. "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just figured that would be kind of a trigger for you. After everything with Beth and all." "Yes, sometimes those stories bother me," I said, "But I don't know. A lot of times, I don't see myself as the husband, but the guy she's cheating with. I guess it's cathartic in some way. And, I don't know, sometimes I like the stories that make me uncomfortable. Like, that almost makes it hotter."

He'd spoiled me rotten. Who would've known that after just one year of marriage, he would start cheating on me? He'd had one affair after another and slowly turned into the person I despised the most. And now, despite Finn's life hanging by a thread, he could make it sound like it was nothing. "Michael Grant, I'm definitely taking you to court for my son's sake!" I snapped. He actually laughed like he found me ridiculous. He jabbed a finger toward the ICU, where Finn lay. "All that for that bastard in there?"

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?"

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

“Do you normally approach emotionally unstable women at lounges?” “Only on special occasions.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he continued. “Most people here are pretending to be important or pretending to be happy. You at least seem honest.” Something about that made me unexpectedly quiet. Maybe because I hadn’t felt understood in a very long time. I lowered my gaze to my drink again, watching the ice shift against the glass. “My husband’s cheating on me.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. His expression shifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

"Get lost with that worthless burden!" … At a hotel, I finally managed to put Hazel back to sleep. I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my photo album. There were videos from my wedding ceremony with Eli, as well as photos of him and Beatrix being affectionate. I stared at each picture, feeling increasingly disgusted. His promises only lasted while he was in love. The man who once saw only me had died the moment he chose to cheat. … Early the next morning, I wasted no time. I contacted a real estate agent and bought a small two-bedroom apartment.

Every man there was trying to figure out how to live with what they did. The second week the group leader asked if anyone wanted to share. Before I could talk myself out of it I raised my hand. "I'm Damian" I said. My voice shook. "I cheated on my wife with my secretary. The affair lasted four months. My wife found out by walking in on us. We got divorced. I've been trying to win her back for months but I keep making things worse." "How do you keep making things worse" the group leader asked. He was an older man named Frank who had been running the group for ten years after his own affair ended his marriage.

Open Marriage: His Regret, My Revenge My husband brought his mistress home, and he told me to take care of her. The man I had been married to for seven years didn’t just cheat on me. When our daughter was about to celebrate her birthday, he broke his promise to our daughter, swore he’d be back for her birthday, but never showed. He was with his mistress, and the whole world knew about it. Countless reporters captured me in a state of shock and tears, looking utterly disheveled under the flashing cameras.

"I knew something was wrong but I never paid attention to my husband and you didn't pay much attention to him, because he made you feel as if everything was okay when it wasn't. His father began cheating on me, the second half of the first year of our marriage. I was hurt. I didn't know what to do. So one day I went to his office and he wasn't there so I went to a house his parents once owned. There he was beneath her, enjoying the warmth of her. I left before he or she could notice I was there, unlike with you I was actually married to him. So I told him I needed a divorce. He has sworn to never see or meet with her again, after two years he started again but with another woman. I felt like