The Lovers Who Cheated Love

The Lovers Who Cheated Love

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When Tasha met Dele, sparks flew-but so did secrets. Bound by passion yet divided by deceit, they each sought comfort in the arms of another, never expecting to fall deeper into a web of forbidden love. But what happens when two unfaithful lovers realize they've cheated the one thing that matters most-love itself? In a tale of betrayal, redemption, and the haunting power of a second chance, "The Lovers Who Cheated Love" explores how far the heart can go before it breaks forever.

Chapter 1 The Lies We Live

Tasha sat alone at the table, swirling her glass of wine. The soft light from the candles flickered in the quiet restaurant. She glanced at her watch-Dele was late. Again. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. But tonight felt different. She tried to ignore the tightness in her chest, but it was there. The guilt, the worry.

She pulled out her phone and stared at the screen. Another message from Dele: "I'm sorry, baby. I'm on my way. Wait for me, okay?" It was the same excuse, over and over. But this time, it didn't feel reassuring. It felt empty.

She couldn't stop herself from checking his social media profile. He was always so careful with what he posted. But tonight, something was off. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed.

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At the hotel bar, Dele sipped his drink, staring into his glass. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out. Tasha's name flashed on the screen. He smiled, but it wasn't a smile that reached his eyes. He was tired. Tired of lying. Tired of pretending. But he answered her message anyway.

"Where are you?" came the text.

He tapped back, typing quickly: "Just finishing up. I'll be there soon."

The truth? He wasn't even close to being finished. He wasn't sure he ever would be.

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Tasha's phone buzzed again, but this time, it wasn't from Dele. It was a message from an unknown number. She opened it, not expecting anything special, but then her heart skipped a beat.

There, on her screen, was a photo of Dele. It was taken in the hotel bar, the same place he told her he'd been working. The problem wasn't the photo-it was the woman next to him. A woman with long, dark hair, laughing as she leaned into him. Tasha knew her instantly. She had seen her at a party a few weeks ago.

A cold wave of realization washed over her. He was with someone else. Again.

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Tasha gripped her phone, her hands shaking. She didn't know what to do. Her mind raced-her thoughts a blur. Should she confront him? What was there left to say?

She looked around the restaurant, but the walls seemed to close in around her. The air felt thick, heavy with everything she was trying to ignore. She had always been able to convince herself that it wasn't that bad, that they could fix it. But now, she wasn't so sure.

What did she do now? Was it even worth it?

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