Your Ex Makes You Cheat Mga Nobela at Kwento

"To be honest, Miranda, I am exhausted by this cat-and-mouse game you've been playing. So what do you say? Do you want me to take you right here? Why are you silent? Cat got your tongue?" Once again, he was right in front of me in no time. He held my jaw again but I kneed him, causing him to take a few steps away from me as he groaned in pain. As I hurried toward the door, I turned back and stared at him again, surprised at everything that had just happened. Remembering that he had cheated on his ex-wife, I inwardly told myself, "There's no need to be surprised, Miranda. An arrogant cheat like him can easily sexualize even the honest of actions."

"Permit me to ask, why do you keep saying he's not your children's father when he's clearly the one. It's not like you have sex with anyone else seven years ago apart from your husband or are you also secretly cheating on your husband?" "Ex husband!" She quickly corrected and added, "I didn't cheat on my ex husband but yes, I had sex with someone else." She looked away shamefully after saying this. "You had sex with someone else while married to your ex husband and that isn't cheating?" Derick mocked her words.

"Oh, I let Alex have sex in here sometimes. Must've brought one of his girls for a quickie today." A rush of relief envelops me as tension releases its grip on my body. He gently cups my cheek, his intense gaze locking mine in place. "You really think I would cheat on you, Cupcake? I haven't been able to get you out of my mind ever since I saw you in that bar, and I definitely haven't been able to put my dick in another woman." Regret and embarrassment flood my senses. "I'm sorry. It's just that my ex-" "Please don't ever put me in the same category as that stupid motherfucker again. I'm all yours just like you're all mine," he says softly, though his jaw remains tight. "Everyone else has go

She starts to untie her apron. I look at her and realise she is serious. "I am going home to rest," I state. "Fine. You are boring as fuck." She also unties her ponytail and her curls fall on her shoulder. "One time my ex cheated on me, I linked his W******p account with his mother, that woman hated my guts she thought I was bad for her son. Anyway back to my Ex, every time one of his many hoes send him nudes, videos or their sex chats it went directly into his mother's phone. The woman almost died of heart attack she couldn't believe her perfect son was capable of that."

I didn't notice that my tears were already streaming when I felt his warm palm suddenly touch my cheek, so perhaps he massaged it. I answered before he could ask. I explained, "I just immediately remembered my ex-husband." "Why? By the way, why did you two divorce?" I was forced to work here since no one would take my company, and even if I was simply selling there in the cafeteria, no one would want to hire me because he had cheated on me and stolen all of our, um, my money. If he hadn't cheated on me, I thought at once. I wish I weren't here right now. If I hadn't met Sir Xander,

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.