Story Of Cheating Husband Novels & Stories

Alex did recover speedily and just as predicted, after many months, he was able to use his hands again —this was when he started to showed his left side to Lisa. Being his wife has been a thorn in the flesh for her but she couldn't help but pretended as though all was fine. Alex used to be a nice guy when she had recently know him which made it easier to get along with him at first but overnight, he turn a jerk and a pervert. He never for once considered her as his wife since he believed she had forced herself on him. He sees her as a cheap and greedy nurse who had herself hooked up I the name of marriage —he shouldn't be showing love to such monetary union.

I bit out. "You don't need to know," he snapped. "I need to know," I said resolutely, not backing down. "Seven months," he said reluctantly. I felt air escaping my lungs and I almost collapsed from the pain. My husband had been cheating on me for seven months. I felt so sick I wanted to throw up. He went to where Bianca was still lying on the bed, with a smug look on her face and held her hands as he stared at me and said those four earth shattering words

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

As far as they're concerned, we're the real couple, and you're the shameless homewrecker who broke up a family. "And here's something you probably don't know. Your marriage certificate is fake. I'm the one on his real marriage license. I'm his legal wife, and I'm not about to help you prove that he committed bigamy." For a moment, I couldn't speak. "Regardless of all that, he still cheated on you." She shrugged like it meant nothing. "He doesn't even have real feelings for you. Why would I care? He was only doing it so that our daughter and I could have a better life."

He'd spoiled me rotten. Who would've known that after just one year of marriage, he would start cheating on me? He'd had one affair after another and slowly turned into the person I despised the most. And now, despite Finn's life hanging by a thread, he could make it sound like it was nothing. "Michael Grant, I'm definitely taking you to court for my son's sake!" I snapped. He actually laughed like he found me ridiculous. He jabbed a finger toward the ICU, where Finn lay. "All that for that bastard in there?"

“I have every right! I’m your wife. And your whore gave me the evidence I need. You call her your coworker, and I call her a home wrecker!” “You have a wild imagination.” “You think I’m blind? You think because I’ve been a stay-at-home wife these past few years, I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I know what I saw tonight. “What you saw is what happens when I close a successful deal. I celebrate!” “You went to celebrate by cheating with another woman when your marriage is hanging by a thread! That’s so smart of you, Blake.” “I can’t believe how you are twisting something so innocent around and making it dirty. What do you really want here? To push me away even further?”

The sobs broke free then, deep and wrenching, bending me over as I slid down to the floor, face buried in my hands while my whole body shook with the force of it. I rocked back and forth there in the dark, gasping through the pain as every moment replayed crueler than before his forehead kiss to her in the hospital, the distance he'd put between us for months, all the breakfasts ignored and doors slammed shut. My husband was cheating, plain and simple, carrying on with Sophia right under our roof while I'd spent all this time trying to piece together a marriage from nothing. I'd begged with my efforts, chased him through every cold silence and stormy pullback, held onto scraps like they mean

His tone was calm and gentle that it made me want to cry. I took a deep breath. "Father, I... I cheated on my husband. His name is Sunny. We have been married for four years. I love him. But last week I slept with someone else." The priest stayed quiet for a moment. I heard him shift on his seat. "Tell me what happened," he said.

He scrambled on all fours to his briefcase and tore it open. The crumpled ultrasound report tumbled out. **Intrauterine early pregnancy, twin viable fetuses, 8 weeks gestational age.** Black ink on white paper, like a blade driven straight through his heart. He had kicked his own twins to death—for another man's child. He had spent six years scheming, only to drive out the wife who truly loved him and would have given him everything. And what had he gotten in return? Six years of being made a fool of, and total financial ruin.

He shot forward and rummaged through the bag to find my incessantly vibrating phone as text messages flooded in one after another. "That bastard! How dare he do such a thing to you! "I'm going to kill him! I swear I'm going to kill him right now!" Solomon glared daggers at the screen before looking at me. "Who is this?" His voice was dry and hoarse. He probably didn't even realize it was trembling slightly as well. He then shoved the phone under my nose. "Is this the bastard you've been cheating on me with the whole time? You're divorcing me because of him, aren't you?"