You Re Fired I Told My Cheating Husband Novel の小説・ストーリー

Five years of becoming someone new while putting my self together brick by brick but all it took was exactly one glance across a crowded ballroom to bring the whole fragile structure crashing down around me. He was here in this city, breathing the same air with me in e same exact ballroom. I pressed my palm flat against my chest, feeling my heart slam against my ribs like something trying to escape. I couldn't let my babies see me shattered. I had promised myself, the night I let the world believe Catherine Moretti had burned to ash in that wreckage, that fear would never wear my face again. Not for anyone and most importantly not from a man who treated me as a consolation rather than his tr

"I crossed a line. I fell for Ilaria." On our wedding day, the car had barely pulled away when Matteo Rossi turned to look at me. He pointed at the seat beneath me and said coldly, "Last night, she sat right there, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. I couldn't hold back. We had sex in the car. "I guess I'm no different from any other man. I finally understand Luca. Ilaria really does have more fire in her than you." Luca was my ex-husband and Matteo's half-brother. Ilaria had been my only friend since childhood. Three years ago, I walked in on the two of them in my bedroom. The shock caused a late-term miscarriage. When I fell into the dark, Matteo was my light. And now he had b

"James, please… tell me the truth." James pulled away from her, his expression cold and distant. "I said it’s nothing, Paulina. Stop being paranoid." But Paulina couldn’t shake the dread that filled her heart. Was her husband cheating on her?.

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

"I hate people like you, born with everything handed to them. Let's see if you can feel pain—if you'll scream like an animal!" Her round, doll-like face twisted into a mask of rage, eyes glinting darkly. The throbbing pain at the back of my head made my vision blur, and I was on the verge of blacking out. Yet, clinging to the last shreds of consciousness, I managed to stammer, "W-Who are you? Why do you say my husband wants me dead?" She scoffed as if she had heard something hilariously absurd. "Husband? You stole my Harry, and now you have the nerve to call him that? Don't think that being married makes you anything but the other woman! My name is Giselle Tanner, and I was with him first,"

"I should look for Lisa? Am I her keeper or what?" "Is that even a question? Does that question sounds sensible to you?" His mother asked, with anger laced in her voice. "You are her husband, Alex, aren't you supposed to be looking out for her? You wife suddenly go missing but you feel comfortable flirting with another lady? How irresponsible will you be?" "Who told you I'm comfortable or being irresponsible? Do you know how much I've changed since that woman left without a word?" Alex did not hold back, half yelling. "She was never my wife to start with and we're divorced. How is she still my responsibility?"

“This is none of your business, Evelyn. You step back.” “Are you crazy?! Cyrus’s my husband!” That only made me even more furious. "He deserves it!" I bellowed, shaking her grip off violently. "He's cheating on you! I saw him kissing that bartender! I’m doing you a fucking favor Evelyn!" Evelyn’s eyes widened with shock. Yet somehow, she didn’t seem too upset and angry. She turned sharply toward Cyrus and asked with a frown, "Is this true, Cyrus?" Cyrus spit out a mouth full of blood. "Yeah step back Evelyn. Let us fight. I’m fucking killing this son of a bitch."

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.

Her words come out as a whimper, like she's the victim here. "I don't need an explanation. I think I'm smart enough to figure it out." My voice is hard enough to cut glass, but inside, my heart is shattering. It's not bad enough that my husband had sex with another woman in our bed on our first anniversary, but now, I've lost my best friend too. Trying to hold myself together, I turn back to Kyle, who can't look me in the eye. "How long has this been going on?" "Does it matter?" he asks weakly, but that's all the answer I need. This wasn't the first time.

He intended to see Jarrod, I just happened to be home and I couldn't send him away so I let him in. “You're such a liar! I've never met a liar half as good as you. Well I guess that's how you do your work, lying to employees and living a fake life!” I wiped the sweat of my forehead and shook my head angrily. “Why am I surprised anyway? You and my husband are good friends, one's a cheater and the other is a liar” I clapped my hands together and bursted out laughing like the lunatic I really was. I'd given my entire life to a prick for a husband who didn't deserve it and his friend here was saying I really cheated on Jarrod with him.