Stories About Cheating Husbands Novels & Stories

" The third affair had its own transfer, too, and the payments continued all the way to the seventh and most recent one. Dylan was so frightened that he shrank into the corner of the room. Meanwhile, Vanessa kept her eyes glued to the bank statements. "T-This is impossible…" Evelyn's voice was stone-cold. "Did you honestly think he put up with you bringing those pathetic little flings into his home time after time because he was hopelessly in love with you? Stop flattering yourself, Vanessa. "Six months ago, I made a bet with him. I bet that deep down, you were still a responsible wife, and sooner or later, you would come back to your senses. But look at you. You made me lose spectacularly.

As far as they're concerned, we're the real couple, and you're the shameless homewrecker who broke up a family. "And here's something you probably don't know. Your marriage certificate is fake. I'm the one on his real marriage license. I'm his legal wife, and I'm not about to help you prove that he committed bigamy." For a moment, I couldn't speak. "Regardless of all that, he still cheated on you." She shrugged like it meant nothing. "He doesn't even have real feelings for you. Why would I care? He was only doing it so that our daughter and I could have a better life."

“No, Aurora, I love you! I never meant to hurt you. What happened with Lina was an accident! You weren’t with me, and I was stuck in bed… She took advantage of me when I was drunk! “I missed you so much that I was seeing hallucinations. Lina shares some of your looks, and I’d had too much to drink. Aurora, I swear to God, you’re the only one I love! Lina can’t compare to you. She’s nothing next to you!” Even now, Marco could still put on that pitiful, deep-in-love act. However, I wasn’t the woman who would be fooled by him anymore. “Marco, stop pretending you’re the victim. Sure, if it was the first time, fine, you can claim you were drunk, and you mistook her for me. But what about the seco

“A few years ago, he tried to stage a comeback, but he lost all his savings to a scam.” I glanced briefly at the tablet and handed it back. “What about Claire?” “She was convicted of fraud against Harry. She just got out of prison last month. She later hooked up with a married man, but his wife threw acid on her face in public. Half of her face is ruined,” my assistant replied calmly as if reporting routine figures. “Now, she works nights at bars and caters to clients with unusual kinks.” I stared silently out the floor-to-ceiling windows and took a sip of champagne.

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

I thought that reasoning would work out but I was wrong. “No, that can’t be it. I know your menstrual cycle and it doesn’t fall at the last weeks of every month. So tell me, why is it that you keep avoiding to let me have you, huh? Was it because you don’t want me anymore? Are you becoming a rebell now? Or is it because you’re having an affair with someone else?” I have never been so humiliated in my life so much as to how my very own husband think so ill of me. This would have been the very worst day for me as Justin finally let it out from his mouth that actually believed that I could cheat on him.

There were some whispers in the crowd but they were nothing more than that, just whispers. Too add more flair to her story, she stops moving around like she'd been doing while the story was lighthearted. "That midnight, I got home by one in the morning and met my husband, Charles in bed with another woman..." There was a collective gasp. "This other woman had been introduced to me during the wedding as a distant cousin of his, so she'd been family..." Another gasp, even louder than the last. Bethany takes a deep breath. "That wasn't the worst, oh not at all. But it turned out she was not a distant cousin but she's my husband's second wife."

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.

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.