Story Of Cheating Husband Novels & Stories

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

One who refused to divorce, supposedly to keep enjoying the comforts of marriage while secretly meeting her lover. I had to admit, my "perfect children" had gone to great lengths to frame me. The moment the so-called evidence was revealed, the gallery erupted. "Oh my God, she seemed so proper, I never expected her to be so shameless!" "Exactly! Her husband treats her so well, their kids are devoted, and she still cheats. Truly ungrateful!" "At her age too, doing something so scandalous. It's embarrassing for all women!" The hateful whispers and scorn hit me like a wave.

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

"I don't know where you got that idea, but I didn't cheat on you. I have never cheated on you." "I saw—" "You saw what someone wanted you to see," he interrupted, his voice thick with a desperate kind of honesty. "I’ve been wanting to tell you this for the longest time. I know I wasn't the best husband. I was cold. I was a coward. But cheating? That was the last thing I would ever do to you." He let out a jagged breath, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones.

I feel like I just got peppered with bullets. The woman continues to speak. “She wore rags to work. It was insane to think that a beautiful woman creating beautiful things didn’t even have a decent outfit to put together. She was always stressed out, especially about her daughter. You would think she was a single mother. Maybe she would’ve been better off as a single mother.” “What?” I splutter, my face hot with embarrassment. “Hold on—” “Melissa often showed up to work crying,” she says softly, musing as she stares at the grave. “I thought it was just troubles about her daughter having cancer. But now that I see you, one thing became clear: Melissa was struggling with a cheating husband too

I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked. I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I st

Opula shut her eyes and said, “Hmmm, my phenomenal husband. I have the best husband in the world… He has never cheated on me, and he will never cheat on me….” “Really?” Kate replied, “What if I prove to you that your husband has been cheating on you, what will you do?” she said yet further. Opula stared at her anxiously. Tension called on…

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

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.

They both scrambled and reached for the same sheet, desperate to cover themselves. But it was too late. Too fucking late. Five years of marriage. Of love, of sacrifice. Of me fighting for us while he was hiding…this. He’d kissed my tears away when the pregnancy tests came back negative. He said he’d wait, and we would try again… And here he was. With someone else. And what was even more fucking painful was the fact that he didn’t just cheat; He perfected the art of hiding it. Controlled his urges in front of me. Lied so well, he had me thanking him for being a good husband while he was fucking someone else behind my back!