The Cheating Husband Should Be In Hell Novel Novels & Stories

"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

"The woman I love, is a widow." "Oh." She looked at him. "I know it's creepy and might land me in hell to be happy about the death of anyone's love, but I have to thank him. I'll probably thank him when I get to hell because I'm sure that is where I will find him. Cheating bastards do not go to heaven. Anyway, while he burns in hell and screams to be saved, his wife will be screaming my name over and over while she comes around my cock." Her hand flew to her mouth. "You are out of your mind." She shook her head in disbelief. "How did I not ever know that you had such a side to you?"

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.

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

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

“Please Bella, understand. I know I did you dirty, but please don’t drag this out with me. I need some time.” “Then what about me?” Isabella asked with a hopeless look in her eyes “My husband of five years just told me that I should accommodate his affairs and act like nothing has changed. Tell me, who will stand by my side and comfort me?” Isabella felt like the most pathetic woman on earth. It was one thing for her husband to cheat on her, but not being sober about it was a whole new level of disrespect to their union. “Gerald, I will not accept this explanation. It’s either me or your mistress. So, who do you choose?”

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.

"To hell with him! And, indeed, hell is what awaits the sort of man who abandons his own wife and family!" The conspirators exchanged looks amongst themselves, the displeasure evident upon their faces. And yet, as much as they'd like to get in a few choice words here, all they could really do was swallow it down and sulk. Meanwhile, I was having the time of my life! It was the perfect moment to add fuel to the fire. "Mom, are you aware that your son has late-stage cancer, and is standing right at death's door?"