Was The Show Cheaters Fake Novels & Stories

She looked at Mark's limp eggplant and all his white jizz he was wiping with a tissue. Jasmine grabbed a few tissues and started cleaning up herself. " I want you in person. Not just on the phone. Stop playing hard to get. You know you want this to", Mark said. Jasmine was silent. She enjoyed what she had just done. It was so exciting. She thought for a moment that it was technically not cheating. It was via a video call. It doesn't count. She knew if she really did the deed with Mark it would be cheating. But if Charlie never knew, what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Don't forget your first payment is due on the first of next month. Tyler: [I really know I was wrong. All I can think about is our eight years together. I can't live without you.] I stared at 'I know I was wrong' and felt nothing but irony. [No. You knew you were wrong four years ago when you kissed her backstage at graduation.] Delivered. His chat stayed on Typing... for a long time. But nothing came through. Not long after, an unknown number called. I answered. Irene's fake-sweet voice came through.

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

Instead, I dialed my ex-husband. "Peter, our daughter didn't die." Silence filled the other end. A long while passed before I finally heard a muffled "Mm." My heart lurched. I asked slowly, "You knew, didn't you?" Peter hung up. Staring at the blackened screen, I let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Of course, he knew. This plan had been orchestrated by him and Grayson together. Truly ruthless men. For the sake of the woman they both adored, one had abandoned our long-standing friendship, another had abandoned his own flesh and blood.

Several key projects collapsed instantly as funding dried up, and the company's stock price plummeted into the abyss. Immediately following the financial crash, the media exposed a shocking scandal. Reports revealed that Selena Ashford, the richest person in Oakridge, had cheated on her husband. She had presented her affair partner, Gregory Stanton, as her publicly recognized husband, deceiving the public for decades. Public outrage erupted, and the Ashford Group's reputation vanished overnight. Partners terminated contracts, and banks arrived in droves to demand immediate repayment. The massive business empire began to crumble, teetering on the brink of total bankruptcy.

As soon as it was posted on the internet, it set off huge waves again. Originally, everyone was already condemning Julie Nixon, but who would have known that it was all fake after the investigation? [What the hell? Julie Nixon is the unluckiest one here. She was cheated on and even paid her cheating ex after the breakup. Rich women looking for men will have to open their eyes!] [This bastard Roman is really f*cking ruthless!] [How could Roman be such a scumbag?] [All those keyboard warriors who scolded Julie are now just playing dead, huh?]

"I'm not a fake heir. You've got it wrong." Didn't matter. The live chat tore me apart. [This streamer is wild. We really got front-row seats to rich family drama. First time seeing a fake heir get exposed live.] [They all say "you got it wrong" at first. Give it a sec, he's gonna start begging.] [Yeah I've seen enough. He looks fine but he's def a fraud.] [Look at him. Dude's pathetic. Kinda deserved. Wait—the streamer's the real Lombardo heir? Aight my bad, respect.]

"That's right, don't believe her. Go watch Chloe instead. She won't deceive everyone for views." How absurd. I coughed up blood, yet they were still promoting Chloe Monroe. "I'm not faking," I said with difficulty, enduring the severe pain in my stomach. But by then, the tide in the comments had already turned. The viewers who cared about me moments ago now hurled insults instead. "Oh, my God, I actually thought she was sick." "She's so vain. Faking coughing up blood just to get famous!" "We shouldn't waste our time on someone like this!"

"Jacob, aren't you trying to pursue me? If you won't even buy me something this cheap, then how can you say you like me?" The chat actually froze for a couple of seconds, like everyone was too stunned to type. Then it came back even crazier than before. "Wait, was that Carol's voice just now?" "That recording has to be fake, right? What's actually going on?" Within seconds, the livestream's viewership shot past 100 thousand people. I smiled calmly at the camera. "Today, I'll show you all how to take down a gold digger."

“The mayor is wise. He said Sherry was mixing business with pleasure. Sure enough, we caught her in the act.” “Oh, isn’t that Zenny Soup who was on TV? He called Winnie, the CEO of Shangrila Group, out for cheating, but he’s the real cheater.” “No wonder Sherry wanted him on her show. They were in on it together.” “This is going to make headlines.”