A Woman Scorned Novels & Stories

Even if Gabriel had made me feel unworthy of love, he never for once hit me. “Janet.” I called too, straightening to my full height and she took a good look at me. My mind flooded with all the insult and disdain her and her mother showed me while I was still married to Gabriel. “When Gabriel told me of your new self I didn’t dare believe it would be this good.” She scoffed, trying to get on my nerves like she always did. “Yes, unlike that failed boob job your doctor did on you.” I told her with an evil smile.

She was so meek and soft, took everything my mother and I did to her with grace. Where is Arizona now? I wonder as I towel myself dry— the woman I discarded my mate for, the woman I thought I loved and loved me back. She must have thought Imogene will kill us, I wonder how she’s taking the news of our punishment. I’m sure she doesn’t care anymore and is already plotting more ways to get back at us. A bitter smile crosses my lips as I remember her vindictive stare at the council chamber. Indeed, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

He doesn't need my word to get my consent, my silence was my consent, they said, and remember, a sinner cannot be a chooser. I hold myself back as I see people are cheering for I have restored my honor by taking the man who has violated me as my husband. The voice was deafening. "You people are insane!" You would have screamed to them. And I agree with you, they were sick. They are. But we could not keep throwing tantrums like a little girl, can we? We are women now. And women know better… At least that’s what the little wife of my new husband had made me believe.

"For a pushover, husband snatcher and spoilt bitch, I expected something like this, but you did worse than my expectations." Bianca seethed with anger and humiliation as Raquel's words sliced through her like a hot knife. Husband snatcher? As true as the was, it was painful as hell especially now that she wanted to do something meaningful with her life. Raquel was one to talk, as she was the one who was constantly flirting with married men at the country club. But Bianca knew better than to speak up against Raquel's insults. Speaking up meant more abuse and insults hurled at her, and she wasn’t ready for more of that. People were watching. "I-I'm sorry, Raquel," Bianca stammered, trying to h

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."

Dickson. “How DARE you!” Scar’s voice shattered the silence, her amber eyes flashing with such venomous rage. She spat her words, each one aiming directly at my heart. Her beautiful face contorted with disgust, transforming the woman I loved into someone I barely recognized. “If I had known you were such a pathetic, spineless FAILURE, do you honestly believe I would have bound myself to you? You worthless bastard.” “Scar, please, just listen—” My desperate plea withered under her furious glare.

Instead, she just scoffed, her voice dripping with utter contempt. “Look at you,” she sneered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “Crying on the floor like a victim after acting like a thief in the dark with my husband. You have brought nothing but pure embarrassment, filth, and scandal to my name. Tomorrow, the rest of the pack is going to look at you at the summit, and they will see exactly what you are—a shameless girl who stole her stepfather into her bed.” I sobbed into the quiet room, clinging to my own arms on the floor as the harsh reality of her hatred crashed down on me. The woman who was supposed to protect me was looking at me like I was dirt beneath her boots.

“You started by slandering us behind our backs. So, my friend calling you out is completely justified, isn’t it?” The fur-clad woman planted her hands on her hips, showing off her plump figure. She snapped, “So what if I insulted you? The three of you young girls definitely aren’t working decent jobs. How else could you afford to eat in a place like this? It’s four hundred a head, minimum...” Then she looked at Sharon with even more contempt. “And her? Black diamond member? Give me a break. She looks like a total tramp. Probably some rich man’s plaything.”

“W-what?” “God, I hated you.” She glares. “But he loved you. He never loved Raymond or me the way he adored you. Until eventually, his grief took over his love for you. Maybe because you reminded him so much of your mother, I don’t know. But he began to care less about you, about all of us.” Tears well up in my eyes because I know what this is. A woman scorned. She’s held this rage in her for so long, this hurt, that it has grown and there’s nothing that will change her mind.

Was it just a coincidence? Before she could think more about it, she heard jarring voices not too far away. “That woman isn’t worthy of my son. I’m already showing her respect by canceling the engagement. She’s just a country bumpkin. Now that Eiger doesn’t want her, no one else will either!” “Her scandalous deeds have spread far and wide. I say, your son is far too kind. That woman should have her reputation ruined.” The mocking words and sneers continued. A few nicely-dressed women sat in the diner with disdainful looks on their faces. At that moment, the eyes of one of them flew wide open.