Stories Of Cheating Wives Novels & Stories

When he finally succeeded, I no longer had a place in his heart. When Anna returned to the country, he rescheduled all his meetings and rushed to the airport to meet her. She lied to him that she had left years ago because of a terminal illness, and she did not want to burden him. He believed her and felt extremely guilty. Since then, he had been very patient, gentle, and loving toward her. He was so lost in her wiles that when I got into a car accident while in labor, Anna had lied to him. She fed him lies, saying that my child belonged to another man, and that I had staged a car accident to cover up the months of pregnancy.

That was my duty, as his wife of ten years. When he came to, he just stared up at the ceiling for a long while, without making a sound. I peeled and cut an apple, then pressed a slice against the corner of his lips. At last, he stirred—but all he did was flinch aside, with a vehemence which suggested he was deeply upset with me. "You already knew, didn't you?" he hissed. "About what? That you lied about having late-stage cancer, in the hopes that I'd cede everything to you after we got divorced? Or perhaps you're talking about the mistress you've been keeping hidden at your mom's place—the one you knocked up?"

He once swore he would be my husband, that we would be together for life. When he was a teenager, he moved abroad with his family. At the airport, he clutched my hand, sobbing, begging me to wait—promising he would come back. I waited. And waited. But he never returned. The tenderness of youth faded with time. I found a new love, a new marriage. I thought happiness would last forever. But I never imagined my husband's heart would belong to another woman. And that my unborn child would become nothing more than the lifeline to his so-called "true love."

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.

“I’m not a good person, so I dare to own up to the things I’ve done. What about you? You’re such a sc*m, yet you still want to make yourself look good. At this point, do you still think you weren’t in the wrong at all and that we were the ones at fault instead? Were we the ones who told you to hide Sarah? Did we make you climb into Sarah’s bed and get her pregnant?” Chester scoffed. “If I were to get married one day, I’d tell the woman not to fall in love with me or expect that I’d be faithful. I’d definitely have mistresses, so she shouldn’t get married to me if she couldn’t take it. You, on the other hand, are different from me. You’re a sc*m, yet you lie to your wife, saying you’re a good

She let out a whimper as she went through the comments that were flooding in faster than she could read: I knew she was too good to be true. So the rumors were true all along. Just that it's the two men, not just one. Using a tragedy to hide her filth. Poor Hayden. He gets paralyzed, and his wife brings her lovers into his bed. Being a gold digger isn’t enough. She had to be a cheater, too. Disgusting whore Her breath caught. “They’re…” she swallowed. “They’re saying…” She could not even finish it.

And now… now Valentina was spreading lies, planting poison in every ear that would listen. I forced a smile, though my hand trembled around the glass. “Excuse me?” My voice cut sharper than I intended. “Would you like to say that again to my face?” The women froze. Eyes wide. Gianna swooped in instantly, her arm sliding around my shoulders. “Enough,” she snapped at them. “You all know how Valentina operates. Don’t you dare let her filth sit in this room.” There was an awkward silence. Then ... one of the women, Elena, exhaled. “She told everyone my husband was cheating with his secretary. I almost left him because of her. She laughed when I confronted her.”

And there wasn’t a single day when she didn’t confront him and ask him about it. Even if he were to ask her for an explanation, she could just pretend she didn’t know by the way she does things. For the second time, he will open his mouth and admit to cheating. And cheating is one of the worst things a man, especially one with money, can do in life. If you are caught and your wife has the evidence, the consequences can be disastrous. And, while Felicia can deduce who he is seeing, he has never been found in the same frame with any of his lovers. No records will link back to him, that’s how cautious he was.

Nina replied to her, and she slowly nodded her head. "I heard you were married and even had a child. You left your husband because he cheated on you... Is it with your maid again? Yeah, I guess I heard that correctly. It was your maid. I heard he was never remorseful of his actions toward you..." She paused and leaned forward to stare at her dead in the eyes. "I also heard that you were a serial cheater that sleeps with different men, and my husband happened to be one of your victims..." "How dare you!" Nina cuts her off, and she smirked as she rolled her eyes.