The Cheating Husband Should Be In Hell Novel Novels & Stories

Ethan's message came in while Lucas and I were having breakfast across from each other. Ethan Harrington was the man I'd chosen to cheat with. Young, full of heat, eager and obedient where it counted. My phone buzzed a few times on the table, which earned me a glance from the man across from me. I unlocked the screen and his messages flew in one after another. "When are you divorcing him?" "Baby, you promised you'd own up to us. You said you'd give me a real place in your life."

The day before my flight home, I received the devastating news that my nephew had suddenly died. Tristan’s intense guilt made him swear he would make it up to me on our anniversary. I grabbed Tristan’s wrist tightly and confronted him with my shaky voice, “Tristan Wolfe! How could you do this to my family? “You cheated on me, and you stole my sister’s baby for her? You’re a monster!” Tristan viciously shook my hand off. “What is your problem? You’re spouting pure nonsense!” I stumbled back several steps and fell to the floor in a humiliating heap.

“Wow, just wow. I have no words.” She moved towards her bedside table, opening the drawers. Blair pulled out her phone charger and the current book she was reading. It made her pause. The book was a drama about a cheating husband. True, Dan hadn’t been her husband, but still someone she hoped would stay faithful to her. After living with Laura’s parents and her uncles with his cheating ways. Blair was surprised that Laura didn’t see the pattern. Once a cheater, always a cheater in her book. If Dan had fooled around on Blair. Who’s to say he would stay faithful to Laura? No longer interested in the book, she threw it on the bed, packing the charger.

He tries to persuade me with another lie. "It's just a fucking mistake," he growled, his voice rising in anger, sending a shiver down my spine. "Did you just say a mistake?" I repeated, my tone icy and incredulous. "You are mistakenly cheating on me, and we are married; burn in hell." I screamed and raced out of the room, leaving him alone with his horrible conscience.

Emma paused the video and stared at her husband's face frozen on the screen. He looked terrified. Not guilty. Not angry. Terrified. That realization unsettled her more than anything else. For two days, she'd convinced herself that Daniel was living a secret life with another woman and child. The evidence certainly pointed that way. But now... Now something wasn't adding up. A man having an affair didn't usually look like that. A cheating husband didn't talk about people dying if the truth came out. There was something much bigger hidden beneath the surface. Something dangerous.

Whitney panicked as well, screaming hysterically, "Shut the hell up, Simon! Say one more word, and I'll rip your tongue out!" "You two know perfectly well if I'm just spouting so-called lies." I eyed them frostily. "Whitney, I've tolerated you for a very long time. Did you really think you did such a good job hiding all your dirty little secrets? Did you seriously believe that I'm one of those blind, idiotic husbands you see in soap operas, the ones who have no clue their wives are cheating on them?" My gaze swept across the room, taking in the people who'd loudly called for me to be reported to the police.

"It was all my fault. I know I've messed up. Please give me another chance." He went on desperately, "Rachel was just a moment of weakness. She seduced me! You know I only love you. Please believe me." "Oh." I nodded faintly. Cheating was cheating. What difference did it make, whether it was a moment of passion or something more? He even had the nerve to blame someone else for his mistakes? At that moment, my mind had never felt clearer. Honestly, I should be grateful. At least I had seen his true colors before getting trapped in the quagmire of marriage.

"So all this jealousy with your sister, all this…anger…is because he stopped fucking you?" She turned her lips up in a sneer. "He's been fucking Faith, if you can believe it. The timid, little Faith Greer isn't the saint she pretends to be." He gave a weak chuckle as he shook his head, his gaze looking at anything except her. "You're mad because the man you cheated on me with cheated on you? You don't see the hypocrisy in that? You don't even care that you cheated on your husband. Nice." "Glen…"

he continued lying “What? Why?” she asked “Because you all associated with him… an unholy alliance… and now… you are God’s enemy and if you plead he will cast you into Hades, just like your husband” he finally got her hooked “What? My husband in hell? He was a good man” she said, he walked slowly behind her and touched her shoulders “Yes he was but God only wants those who will worship his feet and your husband had failed to do so” he said smiling behind her

“Hahahahaha! How funny! I thought you both looked familiar, turns out it’s Hellen and Imelda! “You both still have the audacity to catch another mistress! Your mom came into her position by ruining others’ relationship, and she stole her sister’s husband at that, making her sister become so sick that she was hospitalized until she went broke. You inherited your mom’s genes too, stealing your sister’s boyfriend who’s now your fiancé. Hahahahaha! Despite this, you guys still went to catch a mistress! I think it’s your retribution! You stole your men from others, and so now, others steal yours. “Isn’t it karma? Hahahahaha! Any guy who’d been stolen can be stolen again. For them to be rapt by yo