Story Of Cheating Husband Novels & Stories

He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "So I had to wait. I had to wait for evidence to arrive, for proof that even you couldn't deny. And now I have it. Now I'm ready to tell you the entire story." "What story?" I ask, my voice breaking. "What are you even talking about? I don't know what to think anymore. I don't know what's real." My head is spinning. Last night, I watched my husband have sex with another woman in the back of our car. This morning, I'm looking at hundreds of photos proving he's been cheating on me for who knows how long. How much more can one person take before they completely shatter?

I said, and he laughed. “Mister, can I tell you a secret?” I asked. “Go ahead,” “You are no fun, I will keep it to myself,” I hissed drunkenly. “Tell me,” he said. “My husband….. cheated on me, I caught him in the act… with my personal maid on our matrimonial bed,” I whispered to him. “What?” He knitted his eyebrows. “Shush,you can't shout, it's top secret,” I laughed. “Are you being serious?” He asked. “That won't be a joke, I worked so hard to build that marriage, but a maid just snatched it from me…… wait..” I paused, and I started feeling my boobs and a** .

My mother-in-law, Matilda Holmes, is celebrating her 60th birthday today. My husband, Joshua Allen, insists I give a toast to his female intern, Lila Deleon. He says Lila's fresh out of college and has no one looking out for her. As his wife, I need to be the bigger person. My eyes fall on the watch circling her wrist. That 38-thousand-dollar watch was an inheritance Mom left me. I don't cry or throw a scene. Instead, I swap out all 12 high-end courses at the birthday party for takeout. Every single box comes with an IOU taped right on top. "Course one, my parents paid 80 thousand dollars for the down payment on our house." "Course two, I raised your startup capital of 50 thousand dol

The Twins stare at me for a long moment—as if they couldn't hear me at first—but then when the words settled in their eyes narrowed in disbelief. “What did you say?“ Kieran asked, his voice was deep but barely audible. I swallowed hard, and said the words again —louder and clearer, “My husband is cheating on me with my sister and as a rebel against him, I want you to fuck me.“ Their lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Did you think you can handle us both?“ Kael asked.

I found the evidence in my own car. A red lace thong that didn’t belong to me. Dried semen stains on the backseat. And the fishy smell my eleven-year-old son complained about. That same night I learned the full truth: my husband had been fucking my best friend for months. The woman I trusted with my child. The woman my son now called “Mom.” I had given up my career, my body, my entire self for this marriage. He repaid me by calling me boring. Dry. A dead fish in bed. I was still shaking when Christian found me. My best friend’s husband. The man I almost chose years ago… before everything went south. He looked at the ruins of my life and

“Care to explain?” Phoebe glared at me and yelled, “Explain what? Who do you think you are? Are you trying to seduce my husband? Do you expect us to believe you’re here to ‘catch a cheater?’ Give me a break!” I scoffed. “I’m here to expose your affair! Tristan, you’ve got some nerve. Your mistress is already with child!” My words sent the onlookers into an uproar. “That can’t be! Phoebe is definitely Mr. Wolfe’s wife. They’ve been together for three years. We witnessed their entire relationship unfold.

That was why he confessed to cheating without restraint. I staggered out of the club and stood by the roadside for a long time. Once I finally came back to my senses, I wiped the tears from my face and called the person I trusted most. “I need to fake an accident and a death certificate to make my husband believe I’m dead.” Since he would use every method to keep me from divorcing him, I would die before him.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

"Why can't you talk? You're going to keep it a secret? You're going to think of an excuse?" "What-" "Yes, it's me." I stared at him, my hands clenched. "Why did you do that? What's your reason for sending that to me without any explanation, huh?" "Do you intend for me to overthink? If my husband has an affair?" I stepped closer to him. "Of course not, Dianna. I just want you to know the truth." I laughed sarcastically. "The truth?" "Yes, Dianna. Your husband's cheating behind your back. And that girl he's with, they have—"

"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his