Mature Cheating Wife Novels & Stories

"Graham, babe, that old hag doesn't know the first thing about real research. Just get the drugs from her and I'll give you a big fat baby boy." Every last message was published in high definition, uncensored, for the world to see. Public opinion didn't just shift. It detonated. The same people who'd been weeping for her now felt like they'd been played for fools, and their fury went through the roof. "What the hell kind of scholarship student is this? She's a modern-day snake biting the hand that fed her!" "Spending his wife's money, sleeping with his wife's husband, and then trying to take his wife's life -- she deserves everything she gets!"

Kane asked, frowning. “Because I owed them.They covered my gambling debts, paid my youngest daughter’s medical bills. They have evidence of me cheating on my wife multiple times even once with a girl that lied about her age… They threatened to tell my wife and turn over the evidence that I had slept with a minor. Even though it wasn’t to my knowledge I could still go away for it… I didn’t want anyone to know… Least of all my wife…” He said, looking down in shame and defeat.

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

"You should stop changing the subject, Madison—we're talking about the bastard you're carrying in your belly right now. "You see, the records in the notebook have made it clear that you only slept with Anthony three weeks ago, but the ultrasound says you're six weeks along. Who exactly is the father of the child, Madison?" I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp pain helping me hold onto my last shred of composure. I stared directly at Anthony, who was standing behind Emily, and asked, "Do you not believe me too, Anthony? Do you think I've been cheating on you?"

My stomach churned as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling like a lifetime. When I reached the door, it was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. There he was, my husband, tangled in the sheets with another woman. I didn’t cry. Or do nothing. I just stood there, frozen, as the reality of my marriage hit me like a brick wall. For years, I had tried. I had been the perfect wife, the forgiving wife, the wife who looked the other way. But this? This was the final straw.

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.

“You’re sick and selfish. And whatever you're doing, it won’t end well. So you better back off now.” “You sound just like him, you know, not just in the same rasping voice he uses whenever he comes over to my apartment, something more,” she taunts. “Like Father, like son. Though at least your former wife had the sense to dump your cheating ass. Smart woman. She even went for one richer than you? I should meet her someday and take tips since you all in your family find it hard to pin one woman down and stay with her.” He doesn’t remember hanging up.

"That's Nathan Marshal, the cheating scumbag everyone's been talking about!" "Wait, isn't he supposed to be a national heartthrob?" someone else asked, confusion lacing their words. A man nearby snorted. "Where have you been? The truth came out weeks ago. While his wife was pregnant, he was cheating on her with that woman. There's even a video online!" "I saw that too," another voice chimed in, disgust clear in their tone. "His whole family is insane. His mother lied to his wife and claimed the mistress was a cousin. They even let her move into their house!"

Alex did recover speedily and just as predicted, after many months, he was able to use his hands again —this was when he started to showed his left side to Lisa. Being his wife has been a thorn in the flesh for her but she couldn't help but pretended as though all was fine. Alex used to be a nice guy when she had recently know him which made it easier to get along with him at first but overnight, he turn a jerk and a pervert. He never for once considered her as his wife since he believed she had forced herself on him. He sees her as a cheap and greedy nurse who had herself hooked up I the name of marriage —he shouldn't be showing love to such monetary union.

"Their words are law in this city. You’re fighting a tide you cannot stop. Even if he’s cheating—and I know he is—you just have to ignore it. Focus on having his heir. Once you have a Stormfang heir in your arms, you’ll have a solid, unbreakable footing in the pack. Nobody can touch you then." ​"I don't want his money, and I don't want his power!" I shouted, the sound echoing off the thin walls. “He abandoned me at the altar three times, Mom.” My mother took a breath. "Honestly, Zara, even if you refuse to reconcile with him and find someone else, he'll still cheat. All men cheat. It's in their DNA." “No Mom, I don't agree with you,” I said, rising to my feet. “Not all men cheat. I'm pretty