Stories Of Cheating Wives Novels & Stories

I was speechless. SLAP! Again and again. “Slut! Infidelity, having sexual relations with other men, and now you are pleading with him not to leave you?” she said bitterly. I froze, wide-eyed, staring at her, disbelief washing over me. “W-What do you mean?! Who’s cheating? I never cheated!” I cried out. Renata snorted, her expression defiant. “Which cheater would admit it?” she spat. “I’m telling the truth!” My voice rose. I would never betray my husband! I glanced at him, shaking my head to signal my honesty, but his gaze remained cold, growing colder. The disgust was palpable.

You have to divorce. She wasn't a wife who could tolerate being cheated on. Not to mention how shameful it was to cheat on someone in a marriage, she had taken advantage of Archie to pamper her in front of her face and steal someone from behind her back. This point was enough to be hypocritical and disgusting. The driver really wanted to cover his eyes and pretend that he did not see this scene. Heavens, young mistress was so pitiful. How long had it been since they got married? young master brazenly hugged another woman and covered her up. He was even found out by young mistress at the scene. Sure enough, marriage between wealthy families was too unconventional.

The first wife was probably entirely impossible to live with. "And the terrifying part is, people will eagerly believe it," I murmured. Not because it possessed a single shred of clinical truth, but because a predictable scandal was always easier for high society to swallow than systemic financial fraud. Thelma's eyes filled with tears once more. "I am so, so sorry, Elena."

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d

CHAPTER 1: MAKING HIS MISTRESS MY WHORE Let me tell you how I became the woman who fucked both my husband and his mistress in the same night. Spoiler: I made them both beg. And not the cute, whiny little begs. I’m talking gut-deep, snot-and-tears, soul-selling begs. The kind where they’d lick the sweat from my ass to get another taste of my pussy. This isn’t a story about a broken heart. It’s about a fucking awakening. His cheating was the invitation I needed to explore... well, my true fantasies. Not the vanilla bullshit he’d so often subjected our marriage to.

She laid the phone back down and crawled out of bed, padding to the living room to see Parker snuggled up on her couch, dead to the world. Her situation was rough, but Parker’s was heartbreaking. It might be a good thing in disguise, but there was no way he was going to see that for a while. Most women thought that having a man cheat on them was worse than anything they could imagine. Parker had two of the people he cared about cheat on him, and they weren’t just girlfriends, but his wives. Another divorce headed his way, and he wasn’t even forty yet. She sighed softly, working to get the coffeepot to give her a jolt of energy.

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

I looked at Alex, “You know what I find funny?” “What?” He asked. “Adrian.” Alex smiled. “The man who was cheating on me came to your villa to investigate whether I was cheating on him.” Alex laughed, “Can you imagine..” “That's the definition of hypocrisy.” I said. “He wasn't exactly thinking clearly.” Alex replied. “No. He was thinking like a man who suddenly realized his wife might be capable of doing exactly what he had been doing.” I told him. Alex looked at me, “And how does that make you feel?”

“If you can have a mistress… oh wait, sorry, a girlfriend since you initiated the open marriage, why can’t I have a boyfriend?” “Because you’re my wife!” he shouted, face red, hand slamming the table so hard the cutlery jumped. “And you’re my husband, Graham. My husband!” My voice cracked with fury. “But you’ve been cheating on me for years with your so-called cousin, only to use my inability to give you a child as an excuse to bring her into our home and humiliate me.” Lillian pushed back her chair with a screech, standing. “That’s enough! I’m not staying here to be insulted…”