Your Ex Makes You Cheat Novels & Stories

I wasn't as strong as I initially thought. Distraught and at the end of my rope, I tracked Shawn down. "Can you stop pushing me like this? It's not entirely your fault we got here, but it's not only mine either." He sneered. "You cheated on me and used me as an ATM, and yet you have the gall to say that? You're even more shameless than I expected." I took a deep breath and kept my voice steady. "I'm only telling the truth. Let's act like we've never met. That's better for both of us—"

Luckily, the snake had made himself scarce as there was no trace of him anywhere. “Your ex-wife is a serial cheater,” I said, laying out all the evidence. “She marries rich men and then divorces them, taking their money along with her, or she seduces rich already married men and then blackmails them for money.” I looked at Prez, who was sneering in disgust at what he saw. “She probably got pregnant by you on purpose to force you into marrying her.” “Hell no,” he mumbled, taking a big swig of his beer. “Biggest mistake of my life!”

His chest rose like he was about to swing. “You… you’re—” he stammered, finger jabbing toward me, betrayal crawling across his face. “The rumors are true? You’re sleeping with my wife—” “Ex-wife, Chuck.” My lips curved into the faintest smile, savoring the way he cracked. He looked ready to combust. “And no, I’m not. Just wanted to see how you’d react.” His eyes narrowed, distrust written all over them. “I’m not touching your ex-wife. It’s all rumors. Nothing more.” I started walking again. Chuck rushed to keep up.

"Why would I want my girlfriend to cheat on me?" "Exactly!" Hannah snapped her fingers. "It’s really weird, isn’t it?" "Maybe I'd want to cheat too, so if she cheated first, I'd have a reason to break up with her." "You jerk! So that's really how men's brains work? Everything always comes back to cheating?!" For some reason, Hannah suddenly felt annoyed. "Hey, you're the one who told me to imagine it. I was just looking for a possible reason." "But that's the first thing that came to your mind? Right? Your instincts immediately went there. Typical red-flag guy."

“There’s no such thing as a ‘mistake’ when cheating is involved. People cling to the alcohol excuse because it lets them do what they already wanted to.” His words cut straight through the fog. “Which would hurt more?” I asked quietly. “Her telling you, or you finding out on your own?” He was silent for a long time, his fingers tapping the armrest. “You can’t successfully hide cheating,” he said at last. “The truth leaks through the cracks. My ex-wife was a cheat from day one. Thought she hid it well. But I always knew.” “Why didn’t you call her out?” He gave a small, joyless smile. “You have to love someone for their cheating to hurt.”

] I lock the screen and place the phone back. “She um…she cheated, there were other issues surrounding the relationship that made us separate, but the cheating part was painful,” “I see….why do you get moody when you look at your phone?” “Is that a ploy to avoid answering why you have seven exes?” I outright avoid her question. “You wanna know about my exes? My First, he took my virginity, slept with my best friend and I slept with his Dad and uncle as revenge…” “What the…”

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

He's really making an excuse for cheating on me? "I actually have a fucking life, unlike you. I'm sorry I don't spend all of my time fucking people all day, like you. Stop trying to make excuses for cheating on me," I say angrily staring deeply into his eyes. Valentina, Gina, and Fernanda are now beside me trying to support me with a unknown hand on my shoulder. "Also, we're over. I cannot have you cheating me, while I'm here being faithful to you." I finish off, and Alan shakes his head disagreeing with me.

Wait, what? “Maya, breathe please,” I chuckled, and she gave me a dry look. Okay. “Why would I do that to you?” I asked, and she stared down at her hands. “She’s pretty, okay, and it’s common for the men around me to cheat on me with girls way prettier,” she said, and I could recognize the hurt in her voice. This was about her fucking ex. The douchebag.

"Why are you in such a mood?" "Oh me? Nothing really! My ex girlfriend cheated on me after eight years. She rejected my proposal and slept with another man. I'm just peachy." "About that, I'm sorry. It was a mistake." "In my freaking penthouse! The one I pay for! On the bed we slept on! The silk sheets you bought with my money!" I slammed my palms on the table. "What are all of you listening to? Mind your business!" They stopped looking but I know they will whisper about it.