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"Explain what? You've seen it. What you saw is exactly the explanation you are needing. Gotta go." "No!" She held my hand to stop me. "We are siblings. Isn't that enough for— "For me not to do this?" I raised both of my brows. "You should thank me instead. I did what I deemed to be necessary. You found out that your boyfriend is capable of cheating. A simple temptation has made him fall on the palm of my hand. Isn't it funny, yet clever? It's a blessing in disguise. Be realistic, Hyacinth." I chuckled. "Besides, if ever there was something that happened between us, I am not the one to be blamed. We both wanted it. As a human, we have the right to have that something we desire. And we are abo

I am married. And I am cheating. My stomach twists at the realisation. I am married and I am cheating. Why have I never even realised how wrong this is? “Fuck”, I press out, brushing my fingers through the front of my hair roughly. I hate cheaters. I always did and always will. I said so myself to Jana, cheaters deserve to burn in hell. And yet here I are, cheating. I am so mean, just like Elijah said. “Fucking hell”, I press out, cupping my own cheeks and squeezing them tightly.

My ex-husband's life unfolded in damning detail: The male intern he'd been fucking in conference rooms. The offshore accounts Jane knew nothing about. The tax fraud even his fancy lawyers couldn't explain away. Rolin swirled his drink. "Pathetic, isn't it?" Pathetic didn't cover it. This was a guided tour through a man's moral bankruptcy. Then I turned the page. The world stopped. My vision tunneled to three words: "Termination of Eleanor Whitmore." Nana. The paper crinkled in my grip. A sound tore from my throat—half sob, half snarl.

She had an angry look as she spat Harshly, “Don’t you dare call my son's name with that filthy mouth of yours! Next time I see you near this house, I will do unspeakable things to you and that bastard of yours! You were pregnant, and so what? Was the bastard Nash’s? My goodness! Poor people always make my skin crawl, and they reek of parasites. Now get the hell out!” “Mum, that's enough!” Nash took a step forward, but before he could hold Hellen, Gabriel blocked his way with a glare. “Your pregnant wife is behind you! Focus on her.” He spat. Nash looked like he wanted to protest. His eyes looked at Hellen with longing even after finding out she cheated on him, got pregnant, and took money to

Chapter 130. The crowd gasped the moment the pictures scattered through the air and went crashing to the floor. For a few seconds, the only sound in the hall was the rustle of paper hitting the polished ground. “Oh my goodness! Did Ms. Nova really cheat on her husband?” a woman whispered, her voice full of fake pity. “What a shameful thing. To have all this beauty and still be a traitor.” “I knew she was too good to be true,” a man added, shaking his head as he watched the photos drop.

They never knew that she was a literature teacher who understands human feelings Lucia keeps denying about not knowing anything concerning her husband. Elara cuts her shortly —- She asked her how long have you been having an affair with my husband. She muttered —---- 2 years ago ; “Elara was shocked; How could my husband cheat on me continuously with a female worker here, after the sacrifices she has done in that stinky marriage.she faced humiliations because of him, She stopped working so that she would keep her marriage, not knowing she was a fool. She didn't value herself when she was stuck with him—

A gasp caught in my throat. "I don’t want you to step in," I whispered. "Liar." He leaned in closer, his nose skimming my neck, inhaling deep. "I can smell how wet you are already. That pussy's dripping for me, Ruby. Just like yesterday." "This isn't right. I can't cheat on my husband." "You already cheated on your husband yesterday. So what's one more sin? Hmm? At least this time, you'll get a real orgasm out of it. Let me make you come so hard you forget his name. Then you can regret later all you want."

Prologue They say, "Cheating is a choice." That it’s never unintentional or an accident. I used to believe that—well, kind of… before. But right now, I stand against whoever the hell came up with that saying. Because cheating on my husband feels like the only way to survive—to feel alive again. A huge part of me feels dead. Something inside me has stopped breathing, lost its sense of… everything. I don’t want to cheat. I never wanted to. I don’t want to become the kind of wife consumed by infidelity. I am married, and my life was perfect… until recently.

I had talked her ears off with praises of my husband from the moment we started the session. “Again, your weird morals,” I mused. “Judging from all you’ve done, I don’t think you’re the type of man to mind fúcking someone’s wife if she was willing.” He grimaced. “But I am. Matter of fact, I detest cheating.” “Me too.”