Wife Confession Stories Novels & Stories

"Piper was crying at school because of you. Even Thomas felt terrible. I knew it. I knew the whole gracious divorce act was fake. You went behind my back and made a scene at the school, airing everything out on purpose." Listening to her pile accusations on me, all I felt was cold. Years of love, and this was the version of me she had settled on. Maybe she'd never cared enough to see me any differently. So what was the point of defending myself? "Believe whatever you want. It's not like you care about people knowing that you cheated." Renee was livid. Then, Megan got fired. Renee could dispose of my entire family as easily as brushing dirt off her sleeve.

"So, that makes mocking me at my wedding okay? You've been playing me like a fool, the both of you! Has it been fun to play me for a fool?" Timothy froze up. "It's not what you think. You know I have PTSD." Yes, that was the convenient excuse he'd come up with. He was gynophobic, or so he claimed. Timothy and Zoe would go on trips together and had night runs at the park all the time. I never once worried when they disappeared for three whole days and had spent their time together, all because of Timothy's supposed PTSD. Now that I was combing through the memories, I realized every single detail I'd brushed off already held the proof of this betrayal.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

He flipped the table over and shouted, "Theresa, how can you be so vicious? Just because Shereen and I got a little closer, you want to slander her with HIV?" "Listen to me, this is serious—" Before I could finish, he slapped me hard across the face. "I know Shereen better than anyone. If she were sick, I’d know. Stop lying!" Back then, I had broken doctor-patient confidentiality for his sake. I didn’t even confront him about cheating—I only cared about his health, but this was how he repaid me. Well then, this time, I’d let him stay in the dark. Let him be with his first love all he wanted!

He wanted to die, and he wanted to take Nancy with him, which was why he set the fire at her house. I stood there, stunned. It turned out, even back then, Nancy had already abandoned the vows we made and betrayed our love. For a cheater, there was no such thing as just once—only zero times or countless times. As for Nancy's parents, they knew everything, yet they always acted as if nothing had ever happened. When I recalled how they'd fuss over me, I suddenly felt sick. Xander asked me how Nancy was doing now. I told him Nancy had a new man and that she was about to become a mother.

Lisa turned to me sharply, "where did you even get that fake divorce certificate? When did we ever finalize a divorce?" My reply was calm, almost detached. "A month ago. The first night you stayed out with Shawn under the pretext of entertaining a client. I asked a few questions, you got angry, and said that if I didn't trust you, I might as well divorce you. That night, we signed the agreement." "That was in the heat of the moment!" Lisa blurted, her face paling, shifting from anger to panic. "I've been innocent with Shawn, but you're always suspicious of him—spreading rumors in the company that he's living off me. Isn't that just your petty jealousy?"

“I fucked up, Killian. I was so fucking sure the baby wasn’t mine. That I was infertile. But I was wrong…” I trailed off, my eyes catching on a photo frame on the shelf. It was a picture of Madison, her smile wide and carefree. It was like a punch to the gut. I stood up, drawn to it despite myself. “I made a mistake,” I continued, my voice breaking. “And it’s tearing me apart.” Killian watched me, his judgment replaced with something else, maybe understanding. “When Chris’s mom, the only other woman I ever loved, cheated on me,” I confessed, my fingers tracing the edge of the frame. “It messed me up...”

Doing a pregnancy test was the best way to get her to confess. Instead of being sad that my best bud betrayed me, I felt an overwhelming joy about the whole thing. My wife finally believed that I didn't betray her. And the best part was, I didn't commit a sin with the idiot. It was only a cooked up story. I was indeed stupid to overly trust the shit.

, he asked confusedly with a slight frown. “No wonder Uncle always said my Mafia stories are bullshit. He already had a real one as a best friend.“ She spoke as she relaxed her body on the seat and played with her figures. Mr. Davis was stunned by her reply and chuckled. “I thought you would get scared, but that was an unexpected reaction.” she froze for a second as she realized her words. “Well, I wonder what kind of stories you had about us, haha.” She folded her lips inside and shut down her eye, feeling embarrassed. Mr. Davis laughed, making her feel better and more comfortable.

“The scandals from her are just too much, and affairs…” I sighed, too exhausted to bother flying into a rage. Not when I had them by the balls. “Was it 2015 or 2016 now?” I chuckled quietly. “Appears I am getting old too, as I’m beginning to forget these details. But I do remember walking into you in tears and pleading with Dean to make the news go away, news that you got a minor pregnant.” Koffi’s eyes widened, his jaw hanging as he turned to look at his criminal colleague in horror.