You Re Fired I Told My Cheating Husband Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I sat down and took a book and pen, Inspirations started flowing, I forgot to tell you, I really loved writing. A lady who lost her husband from a gunshot raid and was still mourning for him, surprisingly friend herself in the bed of a hot man not knowing it was her soon to be boss. Years later, she moved on and got employed in the top billionaire's company in City J. Soon she fell for him but didn't realize it was her husband. The truth soon comes to light, she refuses to forgive him for playing with her emotions, Would she go on with loving him the way he is or did she want the former him, Yeah... that's a good plot. "Name...name, Yh ..I didn't know Mr CEO was my husband".

He showed me some photographs of my husband sleeping with other women. Firstly, I didn't trust him. But when I saw it in front of my eyes, I couldn't believe that. He was f*cking the other women behind my back, in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but run away from the house. When he came to know about me running from the mansion, he send more than 20 people to burn me alive. I was caught by some people, they later burnt me. He was a cheater. He was a cheater!" Jenny was shocked to hear this. She asked, "So... that mark.."

My husband told me that he was suspicious the day he saw my asshole wider than usual so he installed a hidden camera at the hall and bedroom while I was out for groceries. He told me that these men would visit often and fuck me while he will watch. This was strange but I didn't care anymore. These men kept visiting us often to fuck me and eventually my husband to end up being part of the orgy. The cook and Anirudh were never seen again in my whole life. [The END] --------------- Author Says: Hi Readers, I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or you can email me anytime at [ just22avi@gmail.com ]. Quote of The Day: "If You Love Someone, You don't Cheat. If You want to Cheat,

I was slow by nature, always a beat behind in matters of love. It was Julian who loved me, who took me exactly as I was, who married me against everyone's objections. I thought I was the luckiest woman alive. Until the fifth year of our marriage, when I stumbled onto the secret between Julian and my sister. They'd been carrying on behind my back for a long time. They'd even had the gall to make a baby together. He ruffled my hair, gentle as ever, his voice soft and doting. "I've fallen for your sister. The same way I once fell for you." "You could be generous about it. Accept her. Accept us." Every drop of blood in me seemed to freeze, and the tears wouldn't stop. I didn't scream. I d

Chapter 4 Stranger From Last Night. Lyla Atelo. The last twenty four hours lay heavily on me. I was emotionally drained of everything. I had cheated on my husband. I didn't even wait to hear his explanations before doing something so stupid. A steaming cup of coffee was pushed in front of me, and I lifted my gaze to stare at my husband. Did he even consider me as his wife? Were we going to get divorced? What would my good-for-nothing family say if that happened?

I pulled away in revulsion. He was sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot running together. "Audrey, I really do know I was wrong! Chloe—that lying witch—she tricked me. Brandon isn't even mine!" "You're all I have! Can't we just start over?" "Don't you remember when we first started college? I couldn't afford to eat, and you split your meal card with me." "When we first got married, we were renting that basement apartment—no heat in the dead of winter."

"And you destroyed a dying patient's only lifeline over some pathetic jealousy!" "You are cold-blooded beyond belief!" I looked at that agonized face of his and let out a low laugh. The laughter grew louder, echoing through the empty hospital room, eerie and unhinged. The iterative drug I'd poured my heart and soul into formulating for her — she'd smashed it with her own hands. And this husband of mine, so quick to accuse me of being cold-blooded — He couldn't even read the encrypted lab serial number on that culture dish. My serial number.

Professor Fiona paused for a moment. “What about Gregory? Does he agree to let you go—” “Professor Fiona,” I interrupted her and firmly said, “I’ve decided to file for a divorce.” “What happened? Did you two have a fight?” I nodded with a smile before shaking my head. “Gregory cheats on me.” “Are you sure you can give up your ten-year relationship?” “There’s nothing I can’t give up.” I wiped my face. “Professor Fiona, I need to go as far away from here as possible.”

Hey my loves, This is one of the latest stories I’m working on, and I’m honestly obsessed with what I've come up with for "Trading My Cheating Husband For My Best Friend’s Husband". This is going to be filled with chaos, sexual tension, twists, drama and lots of sprinklings of heartbreak and revenge. Katrina is done being the quiet, overlooked wife… and Christian? He’s the one man who finally sees her, claims her, and calls her his needy little Kitten, like it’s the sweetest wine on his lips.

Pinned against the wall with his 2/8— kissing her like he’d forgotten the rest of the world existed. Desperate. Familiar. Practiced. Honestly, they looked so in sync I almost wanted to gift them a marriage certificate. Something inside my chest tore open—sour, sharp, furious. Thoughts flooded in, one after another— No woman survives her husband’s phone. My husband is cheating. And somehow, seeing it in person is worse than any message, any picture. My breathing faltered. I took a step back without thinking. Did I want to cry? Of course.