Novel & Cerita Tales Of Infidelity Book

Women have been my most common failures and for as long as I could remember I haven't been successful with the ladies I've met over the decades ; even presently, my relationship with my girlfriend Kemi had recently collapsed. For years, I've been asking myself what is it I've been doing that ruins my relationship with women but it turns out i'm not the one with fault cause as far as I'm concerned I've been doing every righteous qualities a man fulfils in a relationship. It's the ladies that I date that have the problem and the reason behind every downfall of my relationship was Infidelity (cheating). Even my present relationship that collapsed was because of cheating, I don't have evidence t

She moaned, catching as much as she could in her mouth, some dripping down her chin and onto her breasts. I leaned in and kissed her, tasting Dave’s cum on her tongue. We shared it, our tongues messy and slick, while Dave watched, breathing hard. We collapsed together on the bed, breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat and cum. My mind was spinning, guilt, pleasure, confusion, all mixed together. I had just let another man fuck me while my new lover watched. And I loved every second of it. But as we lay there, tangled and spent, a new thought hit me hard. What if Mike ever found out?

Miranda loudly declared, "Liam has extremely poor sperm quality. His chances of getting anyone pregnant are slim to none. For the past few years, I've been doing my best to cooperate with the doctor on getting IVF procedures done, but it's far too unbearable. I didn't want to do it anymore." Turning to Liam, she added, "I thought it'd be too heartless of me to divorce you because of that, but since you're the one who betrayed me first, you can't accuse me of not showing you any consideration."

I made sure I looked sexy and confident, wearing a short shirt, a fishnet alongside my crop top and my ankle boot. "I'm loving this side of you!" Fedora cheered, leading me into her vehicle. "So tell me. What's got you all moody and ready to let loose?" One word. "Jude." Then I went ahead to explain everything that happened from yesterday up until this afternoon. "At least, you're not the only guilty person." Fedora chuckled. "It's not funny. I don't even want to believe he'd cheat on me." The thought was provoking. I liked it better when it wasn't in my face.

PART ONE: The prince's chambers smelled of sandalwood and frustration. Duy Nam had been patient—too patient—with his new bride, Ánh Nguyệt. Court-bred, virginal, shy beneath her silks. Every night, the same demure resistance, the same whispered excuses. Tonight, he'd had enough. He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her.

But desire always had a cost. One night, after their laughter faded into silence, he brushed his thumb over her cheek and said, “You’re hiding something from me.” Her heart clenched. “And if I am?” “Then it better not be betrayal. Because betrayal is the only sin I don’t forgive.” The air grew heavy. She swallowed hard and forced a smile. “What makes you think I’d betray you?” His dark eyes didn’t blink. “Because I’ve learned not to trust beauty when it walks straight to my door.”

"Then can you give me her phone number? Her old number isn't working anymore." The staff member remained calm. "She left the same phone number as before. When I called her today, no one answered." Vincent muttered dejectedly, "Is she really being that heartless toward me? We loved each other so much. Is she going to abandon our relationship just because of one mistake?" He was about to continue pestering the staff when Elias called him. "Alpha, I found your wife's Instagram account. I just retrieved the password through the network staff. Do you want to log in and take a look?"

My pulse kicked up so hard I had to shift away from her. “Your turn. Truth or dare.” “Dare.” Her whisper was soft, sultry, dripping with intention. “I dare you to tell me your dirtiest secret.” “Oh…” She pouted, her voice teasing. “Having a one-night stand with my stepdad.” “That doesn’t count. Neither of us knew back then.” I tried to defend, but she chuckled, her laughter low and wicked, and my gut clenched. I’d walked straight into her trap. “That’s not the secret.” Her voice dropped to a whisper that stroked every nerve in me. “The secret is I still want to fuck him. Not for one night this time. Forever.” Her gaze met mine, bold and steady, and heat rushed to my face.

But I feel the urge to work in that dive as an act of revenge, because he’s unfaithful to me. On top of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eduardo—the owner of the cabaret and my brother-in-law. I had never cheated on my husband before. It was my first experience with infidelity. And it had been magnificent. I still trembled remembering his touch, his kisses, and the way he made love to me. He made me feel like a living, breathing woman—not just some trophy he bought, the way Cristian makes me feel.

But then my eyes landed on the photographs again, and the words spilled out before I could stop them. “Everything.” I exhaled heavily. Then, I heard the shift of fabric, the faint creak of a chair. He was listening. Waiting. “Go on.” That was all it took. So I told him. Everything. About the business trip, and Madelyn’s questions before I left. The spiking of my drink. About the photographs, about Madelyn’s contempt. I told him about the infidelity accusations, the distance growing between my wife and me, and the way I felt powerless to mend it despite my desire to.