Your Ex Makes You Cheat Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked. "Recoiling, giving excuses, not asking for sex. Should I continue? That's so unlike you, and I need to know if you're getting fucked behind my back. I need to know if you're cheating on me. I'd take anything, but I can't let another man touch you. I'd rather die." "I'm not cheating on you." He was the one with a whole family and yet he had the guts to get mad at the thought of me cheating. "Then what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you making me seem like a mentally deranged person? Why did you make me hurt you? Talk to me, Rebecca!" He yelled.

Jared Lanton betrays me after twelve years of living together. Elijah did cheat on me with several women and It did break my heart but he cheated with a woman that I don't even know. Yes, he cheated on me and throw me like a piece of garbage. I would never forget that. The way he talked to me, all. At least, he slept with a woman who a stranger to me. Jared, my husband, slept with my assistant! MY FREAKING ASSISTANT! How am I suppose to do right now? How am I suppose to act?

his question made Jamie look his way in surprise “Do you now think I am not even worth living? Why would I be okay with my husband doing all this to a girl? Why would I be okay that both my husband and my ex chose her over me? Don’t you see what I am going through? He ruined our relationship for this girl.” Jamie had no clue what she was talking about as it had nothing to do with her or cheating, it was a crime.

I asked, feigning interest, even though my heart raced at the thought. Evelyn's eyes flashed with anger. "My brother's ex-fiancée. She cheated on him, here in his house, and aborted his unborn child. I doubt he was even the father." My expression remained neutral, but my mind wandered to Alex, my ex-boyfriend who had cheated on me. The memories still stung, like a fresh wound that refused to heal. I had given him everything, and he had thrown it away for someone else.

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?

“If you did your jobs and dug a bit deeper, you’d find that my ex-husband is a thief, a cheat, and a liar. It is his own fault that our marriage ended.” “Ms. Bowen, did you cheat on your ex-husband?” “Yes!” Another reporter exclaims, “The date on the contract was before your divorce was finalized. Can you comment on that?” “It’s shameful to cheat on your husband,” another person says. They all wait for my response, watching with wide, curious eyes as I flounder and try to think of something to say. My stomach churns, sending a wave of nausea through me. I should have checked before I came out of the house.

“Do you not realize what Michael has done for this family? For YOU?” I flinched. “But Mom, he—he cheated! He—” “And?” she cut me off coldly. “As if that matters.” I stared at her, horror creeping up my spine. “You've been useless since the day you were born,” she spat ever so emotionlessly. “Marrying a rich man who could take care of you was the only right thing you've ever done and now you want to throw that Yup away over something like this? Did you get more stupid or what?”

She said trying to play dumb “He is fine as hell, you didn't tell me that" I teased her "Mia" She called "Alright" I will stop "Right" she replied “But whatever you do, don't cheat on him" I said to her “When have I ever cheated?" She asked me "Ahem" I cleared my throat to remind of one time she cheated on her ex "That does not count" She said defensive “How doesn't it count?" I asked her “Because you only let him put the tip in?" I added

DAMIAN Elena’s taillights were still burning into my retinas long after her car disappeared around the corner. I stood there, frozen in the middle of the damn parking garage like a fool, hands clenched at my sides, chest tight, jaw locked. She drove away from me like I was a disease, and somehow I’m the villain? …Right. Sure. My ex-wife cheats on me, I find the pictures of her in bed with another man, and somehow I’m the one ruining her life.

She used to do make-up , prepare herself, wear sexy night gowns but everything was total rubbish to me . I tried to bear up with her for a while but when l saw Harriet the receptionist all my moods towards her changed . Everytime Harriet walked in my office in her tight short skirt , she could make it clear that she wants me . Everytime she walks in my office , she goes under the table and pulls my dick out . With her currently pleasuring me , l know it that l should feel awful for what I'm doing to Alexa but l don't . I was now obsessed with cheating and l caredless .