title: Does He Cheat?: Confessions from Men: 50 Signs Your Partner May Be Cheating
author: Sterling Anderson
description: Sterling Anderson was raised in Tuskegee, Alabama, and moved to Davis, California, for high school. He received a BA in English from St. Mary's College. In 1998 he wrote a teleplay called The Simple Life of Noah Dearborn for CBS, which starred Sidney Poitier, and received three Emmy nominations and won an Image Award. He began writing on network television shows, such as CBS's The Unit, as well as NBC's Medium and Heist. He has written two books on writing, Writing Without Fear and Beyond Screenwriting, and presently guest lectures and panels on screenwriting at film schools and festivals around the country. Stephanie Dart has worked as a professional trainer for twenty-five years. She has trained subjects from management and sales to electronic medical record systems. She received a BS in Health Education from Kansas University in 1986 and an MA in educational technology from California Lutheran University in 2001.
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  Scoring Wilder
  
  
  
  
  
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  For all of the wonderful readers and bloggers in the indie community.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter One
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Cheat on me once, shame on him. Cheat on me twice... what the actual fuck is
  going on? How in the world have I managed to find my last two boyfriends
  cheating on me? No, not together. Although, that would have been much more
  poetic, and at least they could have included me or something.
  
  
  
  
  
  The reality was much worse.
  
  
  
  
  
  "Wow. What a treat to walk in on," I noted harshly as I stood in the doorway
  of Josh's bedroom. Josh and the nameless bimbo screamed and jumped apart on
  his bed, causing his navy sheets to tumble to the ground. His brown eyes found
  mine, and for one brief second, I mourned the loss of his warm gaze, but then
  my field of vision widened and I was slapped 