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He smiled and studied her, saying, "Looking like yourself back in college and opposing me in the CEO position is an excellent way to catch my attention, and you have got it - you could have left Swaxon, left the company, but you are still here. Clearly, you want to show me the new you - " "Tim, why are you obsessed with me? Wasn't I that fat ex-wife of yours who failed to care for herself? Do you forget that I cannot bear a child? You chose my model best friend over me, had sex with her in our marital home for god knows how long - Oh, right, I remember now, for over a year!" Charlotte could no longer hold it. She said, "Given how you cheated on me, lied to me, and looked down on me, I would

I retorted, "Because you're all bitches and scumbags. But you use true love as an excuse for cheating." Wendy's face became twisted for an instant, but quickly returned to normal. She then walked up to me calmly. Her voice was full of hate. "I want to see how you look after you lose everything bit by bit. You have no idea how I was trembling with excitement when I saw you begging Frank not to go. The pitiful look on your face is truly addictive!"

I cleared my throat, “Ex lover is a likely partner.” He shook his head. “Too messy. Plus, if I cheated on you, it would feed the media with a narrative. It would show that I only dated you to get granddad to retire. Which is true but it’s not what we want.” I was starting to get his point. “So you will be playing the role of a jilted husband. I would be the one to cheat on you? Why would it matter how things end between us if you have the company already?”

“No, dear. You didn’t do anything wrong. You will not raise the child alone.” She was never this soft and gentle with me when I was with her son, but here she was, being everything I ever wanted from her with the person my ex-fiancé cheated on me with. I would be lying if I said that didn’t make me feel a certain type of way.

Low blow, even for a cheater. "But you still banked on him cheating, huh?" "Of course you did," he replied ruthlessly, without a hint of sugarcoating. "Isn't it practically scripted? A total failure of a man, leaching off his wildly successful wife, cheats out of pure spite, boredom, insecurity pick your poison. Then, when the truth explodes, he flips the script, acting like he's the devastated victim, the one who deserves sympathy. As if he didn't torch everything himself."

"Kiara? Everything alright?" Everything alright? Jesus, I just fucked myself up even more. I had from what I now remember amazing sex, with the man I love. The man who has a girlfriend waiting for him at home. That's if she's not cheating, but that's not the point. I hate cheaters, and now I have helped my ex-boyfriend, who cheated on me with his ex-girlfriend and now current girlfriend again, to cheat on her with me. Jesus, that's so complicated it makes my head spin.

Yet Julia had more to say. "Furthermore, in the past, it was you who cheated first, yet you kept finding excuses and blamed me for changing. You claim that I changed for the worse, which is why you couldn't resist cheating. It's hilarious, Carter. You've become quite adept at justifying your numerous instances of infidelity. Now, anyone who wants to cheat can do so with a clear conscience, just like you did. You've truly excelled at setting an example for the perfect cheater. Shift the blame onto the other person, accuse them of changing, and absolve yourself of responsibility. Disgusting!"

“So in the few weeks we broke up, you found someone else so soon? How long has he been pursuing you? How much does he give you?” “Do you really think this is about money!?” I cried out. “You’re still not getting the point, are you? You cheated on me! You didn’t even feel sorry. That was why we ended!” I had thought I was going to have the hardest time moving on from him but with the way he acted, I was glad to leave before the wedding happened. “Even the day I went to pick up my things, I saw you with another woman. You’ve been sleeping with everyone, why can’t I?” He ignored everything else and latched onto my first sentence like the dimwit he was. “If it’s not about money, then what? You s

Several women were shaking their heads in disapproval. "The truth is," I said, my voice rising with power, "that I have never taken money from any man. I have never prostituted myself. I have never committed fraud. But my ex-husband has committed adultery, theft of intellectual property, and is currently engaged in a harassment campaign designed to destroy my reputation." Tracy tried to interrupt. "That's not—" "The truth is," I said, cutting her off, "that Tracy Martinez has been sleeping with a married man for two years, helping him steal from his wife, and is now trying to destroy me because she's jealous that I escaped while she's stuck with a cheating, lying failure."

"So, call your family and friends whenever you want. Also, you don't need my permission. Do as you like, within reason." "Within reason?" Ari lifted an eyebrow. Grayson's expression turned serious. "As I said when we first met, don't ever cheat on me. If you ever become unhappy with our relationship, then come talk to me directly." Ari lifted an eyebrow as a smile lit her lips. "Now, why would I cheat on the sexiest man I've ever met." But Grayson didn't even smile. "Dima, my ex, cheated on me with a man in my own bed."