Story Of Cheating Husband Novels & Stories

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?"

, she said and her face dropped gloomily. She sighed and looked at nothing as if feeling bad about the situation, " her former husband really showered her with care and affection, spent lots of money on her, had connections, pampered her, did and gave her everything she wanted, but my sister promiscuous attitude destroyed the marriage, she fell in love with another man because he was better in bed, cheated on her husband and would even bring the man to their home, spend nights with him on their matrimonial bed, and she was so good in hiding it that her husband had no idea, the innocent man was clueless and kept showing her love and affection until she got pregnant for the man she's cheating

She confessed to me as my heart sank. It took me a moment to respond as my stomach filled with boulders that pulled it down deep into the depths of despair. My husband had been cheating on me for the past 4 months, and I didn't even realize it. He had been telling me that he was working on expanding our tavern into the city, trying to find the perfect property and secure the permits. I was truly flabbergasted by the information, and incredibly disheartened. "Um, no, its um, I gotta go. Thanks for being honest with me Stacey. I truly do appreciate it." I told her quickly doing my best to contain my emotions.

We walked to the other room, our bedroom. My husband was the only man in the world who was patient with me. He chased after me, who wasn't interested in him at all. All the promises he made, he kept. It made me fall in love with him. The man I wanted at the time was an heir to the biggest hotel company in the country. We broke up because he liked to cheat on me. I met Cullen while accompanying my boyfriend to various events. Cullen knew my lover's bad habits. He told me everything, thinking I didn't know. His persistence melted my heart. Cullen comforted me when that jerk screwed another woman in his apartment for the umpteenth time.

His apology wasn’t going to bring her back. “I beg you, Rebecca,” he continued, his eyes pleading. “I don’t know what came over me. You gave me everything a wife could give, and I threw it all away. I cheated on you with some chick in my office.” There it was again. Another lie, as transparent as glass. His tone was almost dismissive as he referred to his secretary as'some chick.’ If she had meant so little to him, would he have married her the second I was out of the picture? My lips curled into a smirk. The hypocrisy was laughable.

They had not been sleeping together for a long time and her husband rarely comes home so his husband suspects her to have an affair. She asks for a divorce, but he never agrees to it. He left her in the dark for months, the baby comes out and confirms it was his daughter, he promises her that he will change and love her like before. However, he never changes, and they never stop quarrel. She had been stayed with him because of her son. He was still a baby when she found out her husband cheating on her after a year of her first marriage anniversary, he always promises to change but never did. For not wanting her son to be abandon like she and her mother before, she stayed with him, praying th

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.