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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.”

Isabella halted in front of the door, recognizing the familiar voice. "Isn't that Sheila, your husband's best friend?" Manuela whispered. Isabella nodded, sensing an urge to step back and keep her innocent gaze. Despite that, she pulled the door open. The room was illuminated, revealing her husband entangled with Sheila, his alleged best friend. They lay exposed, devoid of any sheets. Isabella shivered as coldness ran down her spine. Her heart raced, threatening to escape her mouth as she discovered her husband shamelessly cheating on their marital bed.

I kind of felt like I deserved this. I didn’t think this was cheating. I didn’t think it should count. I won't think about Ryan or what he did. This isn't about him... It's about me. I had been the perfect wife. Loyal. Quiet. Supportive. I had been the ideal daughter-in-law, the flawless sister-in-law. I gave everything. I lost everything. I think, just for once… I deserve to be reckless. Just one night.

Tears continued to stream down my cheeks… but now there was also a chill creeping through my heart. Ian was lying to me. The man I’d been married to for a full decade… he now meant to deceive me. I raised my head to look at him, to search his expression for even the slightest trace of guilt or remorse. I found nothing of the sort whatsoever. I let my gaze fall away, and allowed the torment to show on my face. “I’ll need some time to think this through.” I watched him in the dying light, and caught a subtle flash of delight crossing his features. I felt a stab, somewhere deep in my heart.

She crossed her arms and waited for me to speak. I swallowed hard and decided to spill the beans. “Well, I caught your husband cheating on you the night of the club,” I said, and she blinked. “What? What do you mean? That’s not possible,” she stuttered. I raised my eyebrows and glared at her. “You caught your husband cheating on you live and direct in your matrimonial home, and I’m telling you that I caught him cheating too. And you’re saying it’s not possible? Oh come on Sheba, don’t tell me that you’re about to be as delusional as I was,” I yelled at her and she kept mute.

S' Well, to be honest, I don't feel guilty anymore putting a price on that cheque. At least, I feel half guilty but he gave me a phone! He doesn't care about me yet he knows his duty. He'll take care of me. I glanced at the phone in my hand and the gift box. This already proves that he will. Maybe.... Just maybe... hope isn't all lost. I can bare a loveless marriage as long as I'm not being abused. The last part of my thoughts hit me hard and I swallowed.

So I do just that. “Daddy cheated on you. That day that he left for work, you were stuck with me and he finally gave into his secretary - Anna. While you burned alive, he was fucking her in his office. That’s why he arrived so late. He never got the call that his wife was trapped inside a house set ablaze because he was balls deep in his secretary. And he dated her after you died. He only stopped seeing her because she wanted your position. She wanted to be a wife and he didn’t want another.” I hold a smug face as she seems silenced by the shock of my revelation. The best part was that this was true. He really was fucking her on the day mother died. I know because the videos were used as ext

“If you did your jobs and dug a bit deeper, you’d find that my ex-husband is a thief, a cheat, and a liar. It is his own fault that our marriage ended.” “Ms. Bowen, did you cheat on your ex-husband?” “Yes!” Another reporter exclaims, “The date on the contract was before your divorce was finalized. Can you comment on that?” “It’s shameful to cheat on your husband,” another person says. They all wait for my response, watching with wide, curious eyes as I flounder and try to think of something to say. My stomach churns, sending a wave of nausea through me. I should have checked before I came out of the house.

"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 looked out the window at the endless sky and quietly slipped off my wedding ring. When Harry pushed open the front door, the villa was eerily silent. He loosened his tie, his suit jacket still cold. The last 30 million in the company’s accounts had just been seized by the bank. He couldn’t even afford to pay the cleaning lady anymore. “Claire?” He called out hoarsely. Harry overheard her speaking softly to someone on the phone on the second floor. “Who does Harry think he is? Does he think I actually like him?!