Unfaithfulness Novels & Stories

My tears drop as I hit my body against the wall, rushing toward what I think is a window, but it’s not, no escape. My breath hitched, and a sharp, burning pain erupted across my chest as if my heart was being clawed at. This was the unfaithfulness mark and the pain was, a cruel reminder of my mate's betrayal, a physical sign of emotional agony. I dropped to my knees, clutching my chest as the mark burned hotter, searing into my flesh and soul.

"You should know all about strangers sharing your tent." Sure, I had been unfaithful. I was unfaithful to her first. When I pledged myself in marriage to her, I was a love-blind fool. She wasn't exactly the woman I thought she was. It didn't make what I did right. She decided the appropriate punishment would be to sleep with any and every man she deemed worthy of her time in retaliation. It was a relationship destined to fail. I just didn't expect to be cursed as a result of calling it all off. "Just as you learned the effects of fae wine?" she sneered.

I said coldly, walking to the door and holding it open. He stared at me for a moment before leaving. As I shut the door, I leaned my back against it and exhaled deeply. Why did it always seem like the men in my life were unfaithful? I had trusted Judith to help me fix things with Simeon, but she was doing the opposite. I gave her an opportunity, and she was using it to get closer to Simeon. Three days ago, I found out Simeon was back at his house. Curious, I decided to check on him. As I approached his house, I saw Judith walking in. The dress she wore left no room for doubt, she had an agenda, and it wasn’t innocent.

"What about the child? Isn't she supposed to be DINK? What's this now? Why the double standard? Why is it okay to have a baby with her childhood friend but not her fiancé?" "Did she really have a child with her childhood friend? Is it true that she lied to her fiancé about studying abroad but was actually pregnant with said childhood friend's child?" "Unbelievable! She cheated on him, had a baby with another man, and still has the nerve to play the victim and cyberbully her ex." Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, Rhiannon protested, "I didn't say anything bad about him! I was just reminiscing about our lost youth!"

He frowned again. "What?" she asked, seeing his quick mood swing. "I'm not that kind of man," he rumbled. "What kind of man?" she asked. "I don't- I'm not promiscuous! I'm not unfaithful!" he growled. "Have you made promises of fidelity to any of the women you've been with recently? I understand you've specifically told one the exact opposite, yet she still wants to be with you. Another promised you no strings attached relationship. Neither calls you unfaithful. Neither has anything but praise for what a good person you are. Why do you think that is?" Gabriella asked gently.

"Test you?" I watched as Tristan spun and left with another woman in his arms, my voice shaking with anger. "You were the one who tested me first! I never made you do anything, did I? Did I hold a gun to your head and force you to cheat on me or lie to me?

“Well, it’s not where I want to be yet. Things haven’t been alright. And now I may have to fire one of my closest partners.” My eyes go wide. “Benjamin?” “That’s the one.” He sighs. “He’s been cheating on his wife, apparently. She’s staying at our house. She hasn’t told him what she knows. I want to help her. She’s a good woman.” I frown. “So you never….” He glances at me, and he immediately gets what I’m saying even though I didn’t continue talking. “I never cheated on you,” Tristan says, his voice firm. “Not once. Not ever. You know the world I lived in—it wasn’t free from opportunities to cheat. I just never wanted to. I was faithful to you, Elena.”

“He’s been watching us for a while now. Seems like the King didn’t trust my abilities to bring you back.” His eyes never leave the other male. The male says, “And it seems he was right.” Right. If he’s been watching us, he knows we’ve been living together. Great. So much for the plan. The other male shakes his head mockingly, like he’s saying very bad job, guys. It’s frustrating. “Unfortunately for me, the King is away, so you won’t be receiving your punishment just yet.” His gaze flicks back to Damien. I look up at Damien, guilt twisting in my chest, he chose not to bring me back and here I was dragging him to the exact place he’s been avoiding. I don’t know why I say what I say next. But i

At the very bottom of the box lay a black tablet. The very tablet that had been hidden in the deepest drawer of his study. The screen was set to stay on. It rested on a document titled "Punishment Log." Dead center on the screen, the hundredth entry showed clearly. [Punishment No. 100: Selena deliberately spilled coffee on Eve's model files today. I made her kneel under my desk and listen to Eve discussing our wedding date with me on the phone, able only to clutch at my trouser leg and tremble. The way she cried and begged, truly beautiful.]

He simply looked at her in the eye and asked, “Did you do it willingly or he forced you?” “Willingly. I don’t know what pushed me into it, but I’m utterly sorry.” Her reply brought over him an instant feeling of betrayal. He felt bitter that the very marriage he had tried hard to give his faithfulness to was now hanging on the precipice of collapse. Who knows, maybe the conservatives would decide to excommunicate her and he would live the rest of his life without her. Because of a single act of unfaithfulness? Because of lust and the longing to taste the water from outside springs? He even doubted whether it was really a spell and not an act that had began lon