Divorce After Betrayal Ex-Wife Revenge

“Why has my husband grown so cold? Why doesn’t he even care about me anymore?”Evelyn Stone stared blankly out the living room window as a light rain trickled down the glass. Her mind was in turmoil, her heart filled with questions. Julian used to come home with a smile and a warm hug. But now… even the familiar sound of his key turning in the door had vanished from her life.Three years.Three years of marriage she once believed was perfect—now reduced to a torturous riddle.She sat at the edge of the sofa, a cup of untouched tea in her hands. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her phone. More than ten times she had tried to call her husband today. But as always—no answer.“Is there another woman who’s made him forget about our marriage?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes began to well up.Dark thoughts haunted her. She tried to shake them off, but reality stung like salt in an open wound. Unanswered messages. Silent nights. These weren’t just coincidences.Sudde

“Take all your clothes and get out of this house!”Selena’s voice echoed through the grand living room. Her breath was ragged, her eyes ablaze with hatred. She threw Evelyn’s suitcase and clothes one by one toward the front door. Dresses, nightgowns, and underwear scattered across the floor, now mixing with dirt and the rainwater beginning to soak the terrace.Evelyn stood trembling on the doorstep. Her fists clenched tightly as she fought back the shame and heartbreak. She had just signed the divorce papers, and now, she was forced to watch her dignity be trampled like garbage.“Julian, are you really throwing me out tonight? It’s raining. Can you honestly watch me get drenched like a stray dog with no place to go?” Her voice was hoarse, nearly drowned by the pounding rain on the rooftop.Julian stood behind Selena, his face expressionless but firm. Yet Evelyn could still see a flicker of doubt in his eyes.Selena quickly stepped forward and grabbed Julian’s arm. “If you still care a

Evelyn followed William's footsteps toward his house. The grand mansion, towering with classic European architecture, looked magnificent—and foreign—to her eyes. But as they stepped up the stairs toward the main entrance, unease began creeping into her mind.She clutched her bag tightly, her breath coming in shallow bursts.“Sir… what about your wife’s feelings? Won’t she be angry or jealous if she finds out you brought me here?” Evelyn asked in a low voice, barely more than a whisper. Her face betrayed her fear—she didn’t want to be the cause of another woman’s heartbreak.William stopped for a moment. He turned to look at her with a bemused expression. Then, unexpectedly, he burst into laughter—his voice cutting through the quiet night.“I’ve never even been married, Evelyn. Why are you talking about a 'wife'?” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he looked deeply into her eyes. “Or... are you hoping to earn that title from me?”Evelyn’s cheeks flushed instantly. Her heart th

Night fell with a suffocating silence. Evelyn sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes staring blankly toward the window, veiled by a thin curtain. The air in the room was cold, but it wasn’t the chill that made her shiver—it was the festering wound inside her, tearing at her sanity.Her tears fell silently. Not from fear, but from bitter disappointment. The man she once thought was different turned out to be the same as the rest. William, with his gentle demeanor and calm eyes, had proven just as blind to the truth."Foolish me," she whispered. "To think someone like him would ever stand up for me."Footsteps echoed from outside her door. Evelyn quickly wiped her tears. She couldn’t afford to look weak. Not anymore. She had been stepped on long enough.A soft knock came at the door. Evelyn said nothing.“Evelyn.” The voice was deep—and familiar.William.She hesitated, then rose and opened the door. He stood on the threshold, his expression unreadable.“I... I’d like to talk for a moment

That afternoon, the luxurious boutique in the heart of the city was bustling with high-end customers. Designer gowns hung neatly on glass-covered golden racks, while boutique attendants served guests with professional smiles.Julian stood in front of a tall mirror, adjusting a branded suit on his body. Beside him, Selena—a woman with glamorous makeup and an overpowering perfume—was busy picking out expensive evening gowns.“Baby, look at this one,” Selena purred, leaning on Julian’s arm. “This red dress would be perfect for our dinner at the Ritz tonight.”Julian gave a faint smile. “Anything you wear will make every other woman jealous.”Selena giggled, delighted. But her laughter abruptly stopped when her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure across the boutique.“Wait… isn’t that Evelyn?” she muttered, narrowing her eyes.Julian quickly turned his head. Sure enough, there stood a modestly dressed woman, far from the boutique’s glamorous vibe. Evelyn was eyeing a cream-colored gown