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“This isn’t the ring you threw away. I went to the hospital and had one of my ribs removed to make a new one.” A shiver crawled up my spine. He had actually broken his own rib just to keep me. Though I didn’t feel moved by his devotion, only horrified by his madness. He continued, “This ring isn’t the old one, and I’m not the old Dylan anymore. So, can’t we start again?” I stared at the ring with mixed emotions. A part of me mourned the love we could never regain. The rest simply regretted the time I wasted on him. “Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it.

My college classmate, Dewey Watson, had become a lawyer. When the call connected, I could hear my own voice trembling. "Hello? Is this Mr. Watson? This is Madeline Shaw. I'd like to ask if a husband cheats during marriage, fabricates debts, and conspires with a third party to defraud his wife, how many years could he face? "Also, if he used eight years of his wife's income to repay fake debts without her knowledge, can that money be recovered?"

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."

"Uncle Philip and the strange lady with a gap tooth. Aunt Uka and Khalid, the Gateman. What a mess; this family is truly a lost course. What is wrong with everyone in this house? Why are they busy having sex with the wrong people? No wonder their marriage is in shambles. That's why her husband is cheating on her. Why would she be having sex with Khalid, an ordinary gateman? How can both people in a marriage be cheating on each other? This can't be ordinary, there has to be a force behind this." I concluded within.

Slutty little Jane, cheating on her hubby with his best friend and her bestie. More tears, uncontrollable now. My legs shook as I slid off the bed, grabbing my discarded gown from the floor. The silk felt cold against my skin as I pulled it on, tying the sash with trembling hands. I stood there, staring at them—two people I'd trusted, loved even—and felt my world fracture. How could I have been so blind? Lisa's compliments, always laced with something sharper now that I thought about it. Tom's lingering touches at barbecues, the way he'd watch me too long. My marriage... god, Mark. Sweet, oblivious Mark, probably home right now, scrolling through his phone, trusting me completely. If this go

I wanted to ask if Travis was still alive but that was stopped stupid question because he already told me Travis won't be back but it doesn't mean that he was dead already. "Thank you for helping me out. I don't know how to thank you for everything." It was so embarrassing the moment I opened my mouth to thank him but it was the best thing I could think about. Cheating on my husband with three Men and then thinking them for beating him up seems like something shameful and the whole world would scorn me for. "There's nothing to thank us for." He replied me. "You should get enough rest. That's all I have to say." "Okay," I said.

"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

The design sketches that had been stolen the night of our office robbery. “Where did you get these?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the sketches. “I found them. In his drawer.” Lisa explained that she’d kicked her husband out of her house right after the cruise. He’d begged to stay and apologized for the affair, but she was done with him and his cheating ways. Apparently, this morning, she’d been cleaning out the last of his things when she came across these sketches.

I froze, “What do you mean?” “See,” Sarah pushed forward, hands on my desk. “These things are what I read in fictional novels. The husband gets the mistress pregnant, then switches children with the legal wife, who, most of the time, doesn't know until it's too late. The cheating duo ends up killing the woman, who'd be reborn and play the cheating duo like a fool and—” Emily groaned. “Sarah, for heaven’s sake. This is not one of your late-night binge reads. This is Adele’s life.”

“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