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

It was everything I'd been bottling up for far too long, finally breaking loose. Staring at the ugly evidence on the screen and thinking of the good times Fred and I once had made me feel as if my heart were being carved open. The reporters stopped asking questions. They just quietly lifted their cameras and kept shooting, recording every second. They knew they already had tomorrow's front-page story. It was a real-life revenge drama about a long-suffering, resilient wife publicly tearing apart a cheating husband and his mistress. It was guaranteed to blow up.

"I came all the way here to catch a mistress!" She pointed at the car she had been threatening to smash. "That's Winston's car. His mistress is hiding inside and too terrified to come out right now, while he has left to buy cigarettes in the convenience store. "Come on, Alera. Help me drag that whore out of the car!" Her words made me laugh in sheer fury. Winston cheated on her, yet she was still desperately clinging to him. "I have zero interest in your drama," I announced, then turned around to leave. But in the next second, she dropped to her knees right in front of me.

"Your husband looks good by the way. If you want threesome -" "Just go!" She shrugged, walking out. Fedora who stood by the door, her hand in the air like she was about to knock, raised her eyebrow in confusion. "This is all your fault." I pointed at Fedora, gripping my hair tight. "I just cheated on my husband with a girl! Oh my goodness." "No shit." My eyes landed on our picture, my heart squeezing in my chest. My eyes itched. I was going to cry. "He must not know." This wasn't how I wanted to start my perfect marriage. Not like this.

Over the next week, we rebuilt Vivian's world exactly how we wanted it. I told her about our fairy-tale romance. How I'd swept her off her feet. How we'd married despite her grandfather's objections. How we'd tried for years to have children before IVF finally worked. I told her about the scandal with her stepbrother Nathan, how it had devastated us both, how her grandfather had fired her as CEO because of it… and she cried. "We moved past it already, love. Not remembering, It's probably for the best. What he did to you... to our marriage... it's better forgotten."

"Because Henry and I are divorced." There was dead silence on the line. After several seconds, she finally stammered. "Divorced? When did that happen? Why didn't anyone tell me about it?" "Yesterday. It just went through," I calmly answered. "Did—" Her voice started to shake as she snapped, "Did you cheat on my son? Were you sneaking around behind his back with another man? I knew you were no good!" I let out another chuckle. "Sorry, but I actually have standards. I'm not that shameless. The one who cheated was Henry."

I got home and sank onto the living room couch, still too wired to settle down. Mom and Dad read it on my face and came over, worried. I took a deep breath and told them, "Mom, Dad, I'm married." The room went dead quiet. Mom's eyes went wide, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What did you just say? Sylvie, you got married? You just got divorced!" "It's part of my revenge plan. It's just a deal. If it doesn't work, we can end the marriage anytime," I said, then explained the whole thing.

" 'You are fired and I am not.' He said in a cool tone. I stood there watching him but pride wouldn’t let me beg, so I slammed the door and walked out of the office. As I drove home I cried my eyes out. I needed my husband, his arms offering some sort of comfort against this shitstorm. But pulling into the driveway, strange moans were leaking out from the open window of the living room. I crept to the curtain and peeked right in. There was my husband. His ass cheeks was the first thing I saw and there seemed to be a lady under him. Her legs were tightly locked around his waist, with nails digging into his back as he pounded into her pussy The air in my lungs seemed to have vanished,and tears

"You made it clear that your feelings for me were fading. You said it yourself that the spark was gone, and you were bored with our relationship. Now you’re crying as if you’re actually hurt? I should have just married your mother, because with her, I found the happiness I was supposed to feel in a marriage." "That doesn't give you the right to cheat on me with my mother! You went after my own mother, and she actually took the bait! Don't you both feel disgusted by what you did? I'm your wife, and you f*cked my mother while I was away, while I was on a company trip, working hard!"

She screamed “Lower your voice,” I snapped, walking toward her. She stepped closer too. “Or what? You’ll pretend I don’t exist? You’re taking your mother and leaving me like trash.” “ We already talked about this ,” I said. She pointed at my chest. “ You just don’t want to show me. You don’t want the world to know you had a mistress while your wife was rotting in prison and that mistress is here friend , you are being a coward ! .”

" Sir, please, I have worked here for such a long time... Please tell me my mistake, and I will rectify it. " I fired you because you were talking like that about your boss's wife. How dare you call her sexy and hot? How can you tell her to shoot for a romantic scene with another man in front of his husband? I can't tolerate all this. So you are fired. " I said. He was shocked like hell. " She... That girl... Antra?? Is your... Wife? But your wife was dead? "