Stories Of Wife Cheating 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 exactly two days after Natalia had told Wendy about Noah’s absence. The truth that Natalia had been trying to avoid comes up to her and hits her like a slap in the face. “Noah cheated on me.” She whispers to herself. “Noah cheated on me.” She says again, nodding, as if to register the information into her head. “But why would he do that?” She sinks into his bed, now last caring about whether he would get mad when he sees it or not. “Have I not always obeyed him? Taken his side? Cooked like the perfect wife? Did I not usually give in to his needs and satisfy his strange desires?”

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."

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

Yet, she made me sign the divorce papers and walk away with nothing. “If regret alone were enough, prisons would be empty. “Krystal, it was over between us the moment you decided to cheat. Stay away from me.” As I turned to leave, Krystal threw herself in my path. “Ray, do you honestly think you’re without fault here? Why didn’t you tell me that I’m the one who can’t conceive? Why did you hide the fact that you’re family to Greene Apex from me?” Krystal yelled at me angrily, “Had I known, I would’ve cheated on you!”

After running into her on the drive here though, I was forced to think of other things about her that weren’t her body. Like her story; being framed as an adulterer by an unknown person and losing her marriage to it. Honestly, that sounded like bollocks to me. She probably was a cheat. Some people have mastered the art of lying till the very end, even when the truth is staring them in the face. It was why she didn’t want to show me the pictures, scared I would figure out her lie. Or she could be telling the truth. A loyal wife caught off guard by cheating allegations from her husband, divorced, and now trying to make sense of the conundrum she had been thrust into.

Pinned against the wall with his 2/8— kissing her like he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Desperate. Familiar. Practiced. Honestly, they looked so in sync I almost wanted to gift them a marriage certificate. Something inside my chest tore open—sour, sharp, furious. Thoughts flooded in, one after another— No woman survives her husband’s phone. My husband is cheating. And somehow, seeing it in person is worse than any message, any picture. My breathing faltered. I took a step back without thinking. Did I want to cry? Of course.

She spent all her life loving a man the world called the devil. Three years into a loveless marriage, she kept hoping, wishing one day he would love her back look at her like she wasn't just another piece of furniture. Her hope crumbles when she finds him in the arms of his supposed childhood friend. The night of betrayal drizzled away any hope of love. She doesn't scream, doesn't make herself known. She slips back, turns, and runs, ready to hide away and cry her heart out, but fate has another plan, she is thrust into an accident. She survives. He thinks she died. She runs away, hiding her pregnancy. Years later, their paths collide again. Only this time, the Devil who

John asked. I saw Taylor’s jaw clenched and his face turned even darker. I can read it clearly from his expression, he don’t want me to utter another word. I smirked at him and walked to face his family. “My husband here cheated on me with his business partner. A girl, yes, and that girl is shoving a huge fucking dildo in my husband’s butt-hole! Now tell me again to forgive this bastard and move on from this problem.” They all went paled. I don’t know what Taylor looks like since he was standing quietly behind me.

Maria put her arm across the door, stopping her from gaining access. She tried to re-enter again, assuming that her hand had gotten there by mistake, but Maria stopped her again. “What? Why?” She became startled. “I caught my husband with another woman in bed,” She managed to say “And so?” “Did you even hear what I just said? I just told you that my husband cheated on me with his ex-wife, and that is all you have to say?” “They all cheat. In fact, you should be lucky that you bagged a billionaire cheating husband.”