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"I don't want to be tagged as a cheater by anyone, Susan. I don't want him to think of me as a cheater." "Will you stop being so harsh on yourself for once Aurora? Do you even know what cheating means? No, I don't think you do, let me tell you what cheating means. Cheating is when a pregnant wife catches her husband fucking his secretary on the office table and that man doesn't give a damn that his wife saw him doing that. That pregnant wife ran out of the office in horror and pain and while running she lost her balance and fell down the stairs. That's what cheating is? That woman loved that man madly but that man didn't care about her love. He was a bloody sex addict who felt gross with his

“He broke my heart and it hurt like hell, but I ultimately decided that I didn’t deserve that. We just finalized our divorce. But you want to know the really crazy part?” She nodded. “My ex-husband, he’s Ellie’s fiancé. He cheated on me with her, and now she’s cheating on him with your husband.” Lisa let my words sink in. “That’s crazy,” she said. “That’s karma,” I replied with a sly smile. She chuckled then, but only lightly. “What am I going to do? I don’t know how to be alone.”

“My friend—not that close—just found out her husband cheated and plotted with his mistress to strip her of everything. Her husband is a major shareholder in a hotel chain. She doesn’t want to live anymore, wrote a suicide note and sent it to the media, and plans to jump from his office to ruin him. I grabbed the letter, so it didn’t get out. How do I stop her from dying?” “She’s throwing away her life just to take down her cheating husband and his mistress?” “Exactly!” “Exactly what? Is she stupid?” Esther couldn’t help cursing, then realized she was still in the Westvale household and moved to take the call elsewhere. But she saw Elena sensibly escorting Old Madam Westvale out to the garden

Chapter 4 Stranger From Last Night. Lyla Atelo. The last twenty four hours lay heavily on me. I was emotionally drained of everything. I had cheated on my husband. I didn't even wait to hear his explanations before doing something so stupid. A steaming cup of coffee was pushed in front of me, and I lifted my gaze to stare at my husband. Did he even consider me as his wife? Were we going to get divorced? What would my good-for-nothing family say if that happened?

Can you imagine my reaction when your so-called righteous husband wanted me , I only offered myself to him and the bastard couldn’t wait to take me, soon he was all over me like a sick pathetic fool . You gave me so much joy raina, I would never deny that regardless of how you might make it look like and I thought that I broke you enough but guess my sudden shock when you got married to daminen. Somehow even as a fucking ex convict you were able to pull daminen, and bring yourself ti the top again and now you are trying to take bank the company and what’s worst Ethan is beginning to act like a fool. I see the way he reacts when your man is being mentioned or the way he acts..

I smiled and nodded my head "you're right, Purity, they really are disgusting women, it's stupid for any woman to do such a thing" Though I said those words, I felt guilty in my heart. I was one of those disgusting women, I am a stupid person. I was cheating on my husband, though my memory's not with me. There are proofs of our marriage but I ignored all that and still had an affair with Hector. However, it may not be as I thought. I mean, there has been a lot of uncertainty regarding the whole issue and with losing my memory, I can't be the judge of whatever, even my own decisions. I needed not to be this hard on myself.

"The night we met, I'd just walked out of what I thought was my home. I found Izan in bed with the woman I thought was my best friend, and when I called him out on it, he told me our marriage had only ever been a business arrangement. He threw me out on the street, and, well… you know what happened after that." "A very satisfying revenge, though you might want to refresh my memory—what exactly happened?" Her husband leaned in close, still smiling, looking extremely pleased with himself. "Did you remember the man you cheated on that lowlife Izan Brown with, all those years he kept bragging about? You know, that ogre was pretty drunk, but he still put in the effort. Can't say you have any comp

Everyone in Chicago said the same thing: Leonardo Rizzo, the cold, ruthless Don of the Rizzo family, had vanished. It had started a month earlier, when Esme Vale, the most famous fortune teller in the city, told us our marriage was like the moon. "When your marriage shines brightest, a stranger will enter your lives, and it will go dark for good, like the moon swallowed by an eclipse." After that, Leonardo stopped directing the family's gang wars. He stopped going down to the docks to oversee the shipments. He never left the house anymore. He never left my side. He cooked every one of my meals himself and picked out everything I wore. His fear of losing me had become an obsession. All that n

At a high-society gala, Serena Hayes, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city, suddenly suffered a severe allergic reaction and collapsed. When she woke up, tears filled her eyes. In front of everyone, she accused my sister, Lucy, of being jealous of her and deliberately triggering the reaction. I was about to grab my husband, Adrian Lawson, and beg him to use his powerful connections to help my sister when a sweet, coy voice suddenly sounded in my head. [Evelyn Carter is such an idiot. She actually thinks Adrian will help her? While she was pregnant, he spent practically every night in my bed.] [And that stupid kid she carried for nine months? He follows me around all day, crying

Pinned against the wall with his 2/8— kissing her like he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Desperate. Familiar. Practiced. Honestly, they looked so in sync I almost wanted to gift them a marriage certificate. Something inside my chest tore open—sour, sharp, furious. Thoughts flooded in, one after another— No woman survives her husband’s phone. My husband is cheating. And somehow, seeing it in person is worse than any message, any picture. My breathing faltered. I took a step back without thinking. Did I want to cry? Of course.