Cheater
MOC
I don’t give a fuck if this is a moc, he was legally married and had a girlfriend and didn’t communicate his wife.
Her POV but the epilogue that we are graced by the Wall thoughts
HERO NOT CELIBATE AFTER MARRYING THE HEROINE AND DATING ANOTHER WOMAN HAS BEEN SIX MONTHS BEFORE GETTING MARRIED
HEROINE CELIBATE FOR A LONG TIME AND OF COURSE SHE DOESNT TOUCH NO ONE AFTER BEING MARRIED
Harry styles lives in their building!!!! Please just ask for a divorce and go to him instead I beg you
I don’t know why people liked this awful book. Why heroines always have to be a little bit shy, lonely and struggling while the heroes are rich, workaholics who also manage to fuck ow and doesn’t wear their feelings on their sleeves like heroines? Why can’t she be a strong woman?? Why can’t she be outgoing? Why can’t she toughen up and work hard to accomplish her things? Why can’t she tell people who are bad to her to fuck off? The stupid woman who let people step all over her makes me sick!
Sexual history:
- He has a hot as fuck girlfriend has been six months and is with her for the first weeks of their marriage
- He was never super serious with anyone before, but even though he was a workaholic I sense he was always with some hot woman
- Has been a long while since she last dated (of fucking course)
- Sex with him can’t compete with the college dorm sex she had before ugh
- Of course she doesn’t even kiss anyone else, I guy flirts with her but he was a jerk at one point. I wish he was cool and after being coldly reject by the robot she accepted the other guys flirtation and fuck the shit out him. I don’t give a shit if this is cheating, once the person cheated on you he set you free
- Some may say it wasn’t cheating because he told her, but he told her after being married and he didn’t mentioned he already have a girlfriend. She found out days later when he invited the ow to a dinner with her friends. Heroine felt out of place while the he required the ow to sit on his left and shea already knew his friends.
- Double standards
She like always is not allowed to have a great sex life before him. This is after he fingered her:
“You act like you’ve never done that before.” “I have!” I say in a rush, not wanting him to think I’ve spent my life inside a nunnery. “It’s just been…a while.” Also, I don’t think you can compare clumsy college-dorm-room sex to what just occurred in this office with Walt. I just catapulted myself into the big leagues, and I’m not quite sure how I’ll survive now.
His brother is so much more fun, nice, cute and a really he is a better guy. Why can’t heroines never be with the truly good guys? We don’t want the brooding not-showing-emotions is my whole personality. I want the guys who makes us swoon you know! Please give us better heroes
It looks like she was accepting any scrape of attention he throws her way. The guy is rude why the fuck do you chase him to ask what is wrong? Fuck him!!! and please if you may go fuck his brother cause I loved him 😌
The romance building is awful, when she thinks about loving him I was super confused because girl??? Why? When? What the fuck?
The time was a little off but if i understand it was like that but later it’s said they are married for a month ibased on my calculations should have been about three to four weeks
> they are married for three days when she moved in with him
> the first weekend he went and stayed night all night long so I assumed he was fucking his girlfriend
> two weeks since they got married he host a dinner in their honor, funny how she has to attend but he also invited his girlfriend. She obviously doesn’t even have any real friends in NY, much less a fuck buddy or a boyfriend
> his girlfriend broke up with him at 33% and he was upset.
I hate that heroes always have advantages compared to the heroine in romance books. He holds all the power, he is the one fucking ow, he is the one with the money, he is the one who sees her losing control over her feelings...
“So then you plan on dating still?”
I sound as if the notion shocks me. His brows furrow.
Why wouldn’t I?”
Yes, Elizabeth—why wouldn’t he?! I force out a laugh and shake my head.
“No, it’s just…I wasn’t sure. Now that I think about it, of course you’d continue dating. I wasn’t insinuating that you wouldn’t. Only…I…”
I’m fumbling here, grasping at straws as he watches carefully.
“I just assumed you didn’t have time with how much you work.” 🤮
He chuckles under his breath.
“I have no issue finding the time, I assure you.”
Whoa. Hello butterflies in my stomach. Settle down, please. He was talking about finding the time to romance other women, not me. Why would he find time for me?!
“So then it’s fine if I date as well?”
On the surface, it’s an appropriate question, but deep down, I’m only asking to prove that I, too, have romance in my life. Lots of it. Tons.
😡 She is attacked to him already:
Seeing Walt sans shirt is on par with the time I accidentally stumbled upon one of my mom’s racy romance novels when I was twelve. My cheeks flush bright red like I’ve never seen a naked torso before. It’s absolutely ridiculous. I’ve participated in live drawing classes in which we studied the nude human form, both of men and women, not to mention the fact that I’ve had boyfriends. Several. And I’ve seen them nude
🤬 After being married and after she saw him shirtless and liked, while she is alone in his apartment because they live together he was out fucking his girlfriend all night (23% )
“Walt and I don’t cross paths again that weekend, which is strange given our proximity to one another. I eat an early lunch in the kitchen, on edge, waiting to see if he’ll make an appearance, but he never leaves his office. Later that night, as I’m in my bathroom, washing my face, I hear the elevator arrive and then depart. I don’t hear him return until late Sunday morning, when I’m in the den watching TV.”
Great to imagine him fucking his girlfriend six ways to Sunday.
😪 She is already tingling from his touch at her arm before she met his girlfriend. She was already attracted to him also
I hold out my left hand for him and, without missing a beat, he takes it and slides off the gold band. I can’t help the tingles that spread up my arm from where he’s touching me. His hand is strong and steady, as confident and sure as any other part of him, I’m sure.
👹 The dinner he told her she had to attend because it was in honor of the new couple
Him worried about the ow (Camilla):
“Where did you place Camila?” Walt asks, stepping into the dining room and abruptly cutting off the party planner.
(...)
“I’d like her to be on my left,” Walt says, referring to Camila’s placement.
It’s clear that not a single one of them knows we’ve faked our marriage. They think we’re young and in love, and I have to stand there and smile and laugh as they gush about what a lovely bride I made.
Up until this moment*, I didn’t realize Walt had someone like Camila in his life. Sure, he told me he had plans to continue dating, but he maybe should have mentioned having a serious girlfriend. Seems like something a wife ought to know! Ha.
* during the dinner she went to the library to have some time alone and heard them arguing about the ring he bough the heroine and the fake weeding
Walt’s personal friends don’t want anything to do with me either, which makes sense, because Camila now stands among them. Every now and then, one of them will glance over at me with a look that says, Oh…you’re still here?
She’s wonderfully beautiful with curly black hair that cascades down her back. Her burgundy jumpsuit is slim fitting through the bodice and hips with a relaxed fit around her legs. The deep V plunging neckline is paired with a tie at the waist, and it all looks so effortlessly sexy.
“I heard you in your office earlier with Camila.”
He nods, but he doesn’t seem upset or surprised by the confession. I’m more than a little relieved. I wasn’t sure how he’d take me eavesdropping on him, even if it was just an accident.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
I press. He looks down at his drink.
“The closest thing to it, I suppose.”
He sounds a little worn out by the topic, and I’m not surprised given the argument I heard.
“Is she angry I’m here?”
“Yes,” he admits with a sigh.
“This whole situation has been hard on her. She doesn’t understand it.”
“That makes two of us.”
He smiles and glances over at me, catching my gaze. “Does she know I’m living here?”
He looks away again.
“Yes. That was…what did you say a second ago? A rotten day.”
“I could talk to her. Make it clear to her that I’m not…” I struggle to finish the sentence out loud because the notion is so preposterous. Still, I trudge on bravely. “Competition.” When he doesn’t immediately respond, I tack on an exaggerated “Obviously.” I turn beet red from head to toe. Oh my god. Say something!
“I appreciate you wanting to help,” he says, “but it’s not as simple as that.”
“Right. Well…I’m happy to leave if it would make it easier for you and your situation with Camila.”
Please don’t ask me to leave.
“No,” he replies curtly. “I insist you stay. It’s going to be a great dinner. C’mon, it looks like it’s time for us to take our seats.”
“Elizabeth? I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Camila, Walt’s friend.”
“Oh, yes. Hi. It’s nice to meet you.” Up close, she’s even more beautiful than I realized.
“I really like your outfit,” I say, trying to show her that I’m not the enemy—or at least I’m not trying to be.
(This situation is humiliating for both women, I would never accepted him)
When another guest asks Walt what attracted him to me, I drink, and I listen very carefully for the lie he’ll tell. After all, lies are often based in truths. Walt’s gaze slides to me, and he seems to think for a second as he assesses me. God it’s taking him forever.
“Oh come on,” a guy taunts. “It can’t take you that long to come up with something nice to say about her.”
I blink away the tears that suddenly spring to the corners of my eyes. How embarrassing. I wish I could leap to my feet and leave the table.
🤮 I hate it when heroines accepted being humiliated like that, he invited his fucking girlfriend for fucking sakes, leave the damn dinner and go out, enjoy the city that never sleeps
“And what about you, Elizabeth?”
“Oh.” I force a laugh.
“What attracted me to Walt?” I ask in clarification.
“Yes! C’mon, we gotta know what you saw in the cold bastard,” the man across from me says with a laugh. “His…um…”
I feel Walt’s gaze on the side of my face, and I fidget in my chair.
“Butt” The table erupts with laughter, and I glance over at Walt from beneath my lashes to find even he’s smiling slightly.
“My butt?” he teases. I shrug playfully.
“It’s nice. What can I say?” Camila scoots back from the table suddenly, shooting to her feet.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Her napkin falls to her chair, and Walt and I stand at the same time, as if we’re both going to follow after her. It’s funny considering the two of us are likely the last people she wants to see right now. I sit back down after Walt shakes his head, just once, before excusing himself from the dining room. To say the tension around the table hits an all-time high after that is an understatement. It’s clear to everyone now that there’s something odd going on, and without Walt here, I’m left to endure the whispers and side conversations all on my own.
ASSHOLE he just left her alone to deal with his friends and followed another woman who is not the wife. Fucking hell
AHHHHHHH FUCKING GREAT TO KNOW HE IS SPENDING TIME WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND, but like he said, he always find the time to date even though he works a lot, I am imagining a quick fuck during lunch now
“What’s it like living here with my brother?”
“Like living here absolutely alone, really.”
“Is he gone that often?”
“I don’t think I’ve seen him more than a handful of minutes since I moved in. Before, I thought it was just because of work, but I imagine he’s been spending time with Camila too.”
He nods in agreement.
HIS BROTHER IS WAY BETTER THAN HIM I WISH THE BOOK WAS ABOUT HIM INSTEAD OF THE WALL (sorry, Walt)
“Well, I’d like to see what you do. I know a few people who might be able to point you in the right direction.”
“Are you serious? You’d do that?”
“Sure. You’re my sister-in-law now, aren’t you?”
A great relieved laugh pours out of me. Finally, someone willing to poke fun at this odd set of circumstances.
“I’m completely kidding, by the way,” he says, with a sheepish smile.
“I can’t look at you like that. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to find your sister-in-law attractive.”
“Oh.” The sound falls past my lips, forming a surprised O. “Was that not smooth? Damn. Sorry. I just got out of a relationship before the holidays, so I haven’t really been in the dating scene for a while. Here, let me try again.”
He shakes out his shoulders as if trying to relax, then he glances at me with full-on sincerity and says simply, “Elizabeth, you’re hot.”
🤮🤮🤮 his girlfriend and heroine are his type, brunettes and hot. 🥰
🤢 heroine is already into him. Literally the same night she met his girlfriend she is having lust thoughts about him
“So is that your type?”
“I mean, do you normally go for smarty-pants?”
I ask after clearing my throat. His smile is gentle when he shakes his head. “I don’t really have a type.” “Not true!” Matthew interjects quickly. “Not true at all and you know it, man.” He jostles his brother’s shoulder and Walt glances down, taking the side of his bottom lip between his teeth in a sheepish grin. My stomach squeezes tight as I watch him. The sight of him looking so boyishly handsome is something I never thought I’d see. I wish I could freeze time. Grab a camera. A paintbrush. Something. “Brunette.” Matthew starts listing, ticking qualities off on his fingers. “Long legs. Smoking hot.” I’m grinning until he turns and points to me. “Take Elizabeth, for example.” If I had champagne in my mouth, I would spit it out. “Excuse me?” “Sorry, just…it’s true,” Matthew laughs. Walt glances up at me and narrows his eyes. I do the same right back, filled with liquid courage. We have a stare-off for a long moment until I finally cave and roll my eyes, trying to lighten the mood. It’s obvious Matthew is only teasing. “Well that’s not fair. Now you know his type. What’s yours?” Matthew asks teasingly. Walt. That’s what my brain thinks before anything else. Just one word. One name. Walt.
😡 she just met his girlfriend but is already worried about feelings for fucks sakes. Where is her self respect?
Worse, I’m starting to think I might actually like my husband. How…disconcerting. I do think this arrangement would have worked best if we’d kept up pretense and only interacted with one another when it had to do with the business arrangement we struck in that courtroom. But then he agreed to let me move in, and now we’re (read: I’m) liable to catch feelings. Feelings are messy. My feelings are messy. Walt seems perfectly capable of reining in his feelings so at any given moment they’re nothing more than a pesky fly he can flick away with a wave of his hand.
The morning after the dinner the ow arrived at their house and the heroine is already jealous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Great, just great ohh and she also feels like a third wheel. Romance is not dead people
Their definitive break up but the heroine doesn’t know that and is crazy jealous later wondering if they are still fucking
I peer around the doorframe. I see them hugging in the entryway, Camila’s face buried in his chest. Walt’s arm is wrapped lovingly around her shoulders, and now it feels as if there’s a painful lump in my throat as I turn away quickly and scurry to my room. (37%)
After his break up, a couple days later, he is mad she isn’t wearing the ring he pick up for her! The ring the bought when he was dating ow. Disgusting asshole, he doesn’t respect both women
Only at 48% he tells her he isn’t dating the ow anymore and isn’t sad about it and didn’t loved her. Well, big fucking deal Wall you were fucking her anyway while married. Heroine had already made a fool of herself asking his brother to talk to Wall about Camila to see if they were still together.
She is pathetic, she went after him to his office, he fingered her and then she was super embarrassed and wouldn’t even look at him ??? I was ashamed on her behalf, own your sexuality woman stop being stupid
🤡 His point of view at the end is pure bullshit 🤡
I never imagined I’d be standing here today, a decade since I first married Elizabeth at the courthouse. I’ll never forget walking up and seeing her that day clad in her short dress and heavy boots. She should have run for the hills when I approached, but she looked up at me, her green eyes shining. She was so unabashedly hopeful, so stubborn. I thought of her constantly, even in the early days, even before she moved into my apartment. I’ve told her that before, shared with her how quickly I developed feelings for her. She laughs every time I remind her, like it shocks her all over again.
“You sure didn’t act like it!” she loves to tell me. Yes well, what was I supposed to do? It was scary even to me.
Come the fuck on author, don’t even try, the poor guy was so scared he went and spend the night at his girlfriend house uh? So fucking interested in her that he was working but sure as fuck he could manage time to date (the other women) hahahah yeah honey not even him buy this shit
Bla bla bla I can’t take it anymore I just bother writing a review because I was pissed o though this book was good. It is not.
These people are zero realistic and I know is a romance book but cmon write someone who resembles a normal human being
She is so desperate I’m embarrassed, she was acting like a lunatic with his brother wondering with he was still dating the ow (he wasn’t but for fucks sake woman stop and go for the brother) rsrs