Story Of Cheating Husband Novels & Stories

But I do. And it ticks every part of me off. I hate that I do but I can’t help it. My wife is busy having dinner with another man on a non-friendly basis and I cannot stomach that in. Any man living in this country must have seen her on tv the moment we got married, so this person is either daringly bold to carry on with this date after seeing her in person or just plain stupid. I’m sure it’s the latter. The audacity has me baffled.

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

Choe echoed my words. “Okay, I trust you. Thank you. So, to be honest, my marriage is in trouble. Everyone thinks I have a perfect marriage and family. In reality, it’s not like that. Some time ago, I received a mysterious letter asking me to spy on my wife, and luckily, I trusted the letter. The letters kept coming, and I also spied on my wife several times. The result is that she’s cheating, but the way she covers it up is so neat and unbelievable. Something I never would have thought of as a man. It turns out the person who sent the letters to us is a woman who is the wife of the man my wife is cheating with. Tomorrow, my wife is going on a trip with two men. One of them is her lover. Act

“You're losing your mind, Charlene. Divorce? It's too early for a new couple like you. What has he done for you to ask for a divorce?” She wrinkled her face in irritation when she heard what he said. Frankly, Charlene expected her parents to be the first people to support her decision, however, everyone was against her decision. She dabbed her eyes rapidly, wondering what to say to Rowan because she was disappointed in him. “Seriously, dad? You of all the people should understand that Richard is a jerk. You asked me what he did, let me remind you if you've forgotten…he's the reason I lost my pregnancy and he still has the gut to fuck another bitch. He cheated. Is that not a crime?”

"Ha- I gaped with my mouth open, my whole body shivering as I quickly grabbed the stairs wheel. Never in a million years would I think my husband was cheating on me. He has always been an example of a perfect man, loving and showering me with flowers and gifts. Maybe he did all of that so I wouldn't suspect him I raised my hand and wanted to push the door, but I resisted. Confrontation was not something I felt at that moment; I did not want to see the cheating bastard. I turned and then rushed out of the house with tears in my eyes. Without hesitating, I got in the car, driving on the street in a high speedometer leading to the highway. My phone kept buzzing halfway into the drive. I g

I was speechless. SLAP! Again and again. “Slut! Infidelity, having sexual relations with other men, and now you are pleading with him not to leave you?” she said bitterly. I froze, wide-eyed, staring at her, disbelief washing over me. “W-What do you mean?! Who’s cheating? I never cheated!” I cried out. Renata snorted, her expression defiant. “Which cheater would admit it?” she spat. “I’m telling the truth!” My voice rose. I would never betray my husband! I glanced at him, shaking my head to signal my honesty, but his gaze remained cold, growing colder. The disgust was palpable.

She even told her that she doesn’t even want to see Josephine’s face. Josephine was wrong about her husband. After marriage she realized that her husband wasn’t the man she loved. Rather he’s a cheap and characterless person after six years of their marriage. When Valeriana was only five years old she found out that her husband was cheating on her with some other woman, not only that he was also involved in gambling. Day by day his addiction towards gambling was getting worse. He used to steal Josephine’s jewellery after losing in gamble to pay the money. She confronted him one day and he was drunk and showed her his true colours. He beat her to death.

"How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..." "Just stop this, doctor. Stop!" I slam my hands on the desk as I spring up to my feet. His words are driving me to the edge of craziness. "My husband doesn't have a brain tumor! No, he doesn't," I shake my head slowly. My eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and my cheeks feel hot as they pour down them. It's not that I believe him, but... but... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm feeling right now...

"He struggled. I found out he used to... jerk off to male p**n." My mind reeled. The entire foundation of my fury, the thing I thought had happened to my sister, was a lie I had told myself. "Wait.... I don't.....'' "He was not having an affair although what he was doing did sort of count as cheating. Nobody wants to be married to someone for so long only to find out that their husband is attracted to men'' She laughed and shook her head, ''Didn't make that shit hurt any less I'll tell you that much''