Stories Of Cheating Wives

The New Year was just around the corner. While I was doing a thorough cleaning, I stumbled upon something beneath the couch. It was a damp, used condom, and it still had a faint lipstick stain on the edge. One thing I was sure of was that I didn't use this brand, but the lipstick color? It matched perfectly with my girlfriend Lindsey Stirling's.

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

When I was eight months pregnant, my husband's foster sister invited me to hike a snow-covered mountain. Midway up, an avalanche hit. We were both buried. My husband rushed to the scene, but before I could utter a word, his sister accused me: "She planned this! She tricked me into coming today!" I tried desperately to explain. He didn't listen. Instead, he lashed out at me. "Sandra doesn't know any better, but you should! So what if she's blunt? Is this your petty revenge? Your pathetic life couldn't even begin to repay hers if she'd been hurt!" Then he left. Took her hand. Walked away. I screamed after him, begging him to save our baby. He didn't even glance back. Worse, he unhooked my safety harness and shoved me out of the rescue group. "Since you're so clever, find your own way down." Not long after, another avalanche hit. This time, I couldn't get back up. Three hours later, Sandra was in a car accident. She needed a blood transfusion. That's when he finally thought of me. But by then, he didn't know—I was already gone. Me, and the child I'd never hold, were still buried under the snow.

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Love? I don't know about that. That is the line you would always hear from a person who simply just wants to kill a topic about the word 'love'. Playing as it seems but it is indeed just the truth. You hear every stories you can get from people who are inlove. Starting from sharing stories down to sharing cupcakes. But what if you're the one who get to tell your own word of love? And it don't end well. Would it still be a masterpiece? Two chairs. Two students. Two books. Two lives. Would they still be two? What if the other one leaves?

My husband's true love and I are trapped when a fire breaks out. He's a firefighter—when he arrives on scene, he chooses to save her without hesitation. I barely make it out alive. Once I do, I demand a divorce. He doesn't understand why. He asks, "Why do you want to divorce me? Because I didn't save you first?" I angrily throw the divorce agreement in his face. "Yes, that's exactly why! Because you chose to save your old flame when she was further from you!"

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.

PLEASE COMMENT AND RATE THE STORY. . . King's p.o.v "Do you take king as your loving wedded husband, in sickness and in heal...... "No I don't" Isabel answered coldly cutting the priests question short. Everyone murmured as my heart beat wildly in fear. "Isabel" I whispered. She faced me seriously then sighed. "I'm sorry king, I just can't marry you, I'm not in love with you" she answered loudly as people gasped. "But my love, you said that you loved me" I said pleadingly. "I lied okay!, I'm in love with someone else!" she screamed as I felt my heart ache in pain. "If there is something I did wrong, please do forgive me, if it's more money you want I can give you, you can have my black card and everything" I begged then lifted my trembling hands and held her's in mine. "That's it!, no how much money I get or how much jewelry you give me, I just can't stay, you are so fucking rich that your wealth will never end easily, thanks for loving me blindly, because of you, I'm now very rich with your money" She answered.

Another day without him. Another city without him. I miss him so much... sometimes I wish it was me instead. After the sudden death of her father, nineteen-year-old Jessica Mia Jones moves to a quiet new town with her cold-hearted stepmother; all she wants is to survive the grief and stay out of trouble. But this town hides secrets—dangerous ones. First, Mia finds out she’s adopted. Then, she discovers her new crush isn’t entirely human. And worst of all? Neither is she. As strange abilities awaken and nightmares become reality, Mia is forced to question everything about who—and what—she really is. In a town where nothing is what it seems, can she uncover the truth before it’s too late?

Her name was Vitatrix, the first empress of Rome. You won't see her in any of the history books, or hear her name in any ballad or song. She isn't even mentioned in myth or legend. Her mark on mankind was erased, because she was a woman. Long ago Rome's emperor died with out a son. His cousin, a roman senator ascended to the throne with out a legitimate heir, or so everyone thought. Fear started to grip the citizens of Rome as new threats rose from every corner of the empire. In the city of Clusium, a daughter that was born to the new roman emperor, hidden by his wife. All of this to protect her from the possible rage and discrimination from her own family. All because she was born a girl. In a world where men rule, can this sole female heir secure her rightful place? Or will her gender pull her down? Raised by the midwife that helped bring her into the world, a young Trix finds out who she truly is. She must return to a family she has never known and save the Roman Empire from anarchy. She must fight a corrupt senator, a secret society, and her own fears of the future. Together with her best friend, Hector, she will learn that not everyone can be trusted. Not all stories have a happy ever after. Will this one?