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the casual finality of those items moving out of my reach hit me somewhere I wasn't prepared for. I picked up my empty bag. "Isn't that Tyler Rider's ex-wife?" The voice came from somewhere in the queue behind me. Not even bothering to whisper. "It's her." one whispered, the sound carrying easily in the quiet store. "The one who cheated. I saw Tyler’s interview on Morning New York yesterday. He looked so heartbroken, talking about how he tried to save her from her demons for years." I kept walking.

He put on his clothes while smiling and said, “Zara, you need to understand this. We’re thirty years old now. Stop obsessing over the meaningless kind of love that only exists in fairy tales. “Look, we have financial freedom, and that’s the truth. Just look the other way and live a worry-free life as Mrs. Sterling. “Honey, believe me. Every guy cheats when his wife’s pregnant. If you truly love me, could you really stand to leave me hanging?” Walter’s shameless justification for cheating made me so sick that I actually gagged. I stared at him intensely. My lips trembled as I said deliberately, “Walter, you can go find yourself a wife who’ll put up with your cheating. That’s not me. I can’t e

I found myself bawling again before I could finish my sentence. “Don't cry baby, don't cry. We are here now.” They whispered together. I could feel their barely restrained anger as they comforted me. As the last child of the Henshaw family with three older brothers, I have never felt so wrong. Only Davis has ever bullied me to such a point. After fifteen minutes of crying, with my two brothers, Caleb, and my parents around, I began to recount my tale of woes. “He never came home, he's always outside, making me think it's work. Who knew he was cheating on me? He even divorced me and told me to keep it a secret to avoid upsetting Grandma, but he still told his mistress about it.”

"I do. She was furious when I told her I wasn't going to immediately reject you. And she has the money and connections to hire rogues." I pressed the antiseptic-soaked cloth against a particularly deep gash, maybe harder than necessary. He grunted in pain but didn't complain. "So your mistress tried to have me killed because you wouldn't reject me fast enough." I laughed bitterly. "That's quite the love story you two have." "She's not my—" He stopped. "I ended things with her. After you left. I realized—" "Realized what?" I interrupted, my hands stilling. "That cheating on your mate was wrong? That planning to use me as a broodmare was fucked up? Or did you just realize you got caught and ne

Her brain took a long time to digest what she had read. No, it was impossible! "N-no... this isn't true," she muttered to herself. She shook her head numerous times, constantly denying to herself what she had read. She went back to her phone and re-read the text message which said: YOUR HUSBAND IS CHEATING ON YOU!

All I could wonder was how he could possibly do this to me. I had given him everything, without question. What was mine had truly become his and I had never even thought of throwing it in his face, even during our worst fights, I have always believed that he was worthy of the life of luxury I had given him. But he had taken complete advantage of me. Of all the worst things he could do to me, cheating was the one thing I couldn't forgive. I had divorced Nick for simply leaving the bar with a woman, granted, I was paid to destroy his life, but still. I knew I couldn't accept this behavior from Remi, no matter how much I loved him, or how close he was to my family.

I calmly said and he suddenly stop and stand up, "Then file a divorce paper to your husband, I don't want to be a mistress," He said and smile, "What!? Can't we just do it? We already do it last night" I said that made him laugh, he look at me and touch my face, "You're drunk last night, and you're sober up now, even if your husband is cheating in front of you, I don't deserve to be cheated even if, I'm the most villain in this world," he said and for what reason I feel bad to him,

"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

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

“You’re sick and selfish. And whatever you're doing, it won’t end well. So you better back off now.” “You sound just like him, you know, not just in the same rasping voice he uses whenever he comes over to my apartment, something more,” she taunts. “Like Father, like son. Though at least your former wife had the sense to dump your cheating ass. Smart woman. She even went for one richer than you? I should meet her someday and take tips since you all in your family find it hard to pin one woman down and stay with her.” He doesn’t remember hanging up.