Novel & Cerita Best Cheating Revenge Stories

Elle asked Asha, trying to lighten the mood. “No. I already have enough cases to read,” Asha replied dryly before smiling faintly. “But I would love to hear about whatever you are reading.” “Why not? Lately….Most of them are revenge stories, you know the kind where the husband leaves his wife for his childhood lover, then the wife comes back stronger and the husband spends the rest of the story begging for her to return. It’s honestly so satisfying to watch men crawl,” Elle said with a pleased expression.

“Miss Carter and I planned to teach that bitch Serena a lesson for always stealing other people’s men. So, we secretly found a homeless man, got him drunk, and even drugged the alcohol with an aphrodisiac.” “We told him there was a top-class escort staying on the 36th floor who only accepted high-status clients. If he could sleep with her, he’d have a story to brag about for life. And because of her special identity, she wouldn’t dare make a fuss—he wouldn’t have to worry about legal consequences!” Christan frowned and couldn’t help interrupting. “Miss Carter? Who’s that?”

“But she’s never alone. Someone shadows her. Quietly. He’s competent.” “David,” Veronica said, distaste tucked into a single name. “Mm.” I let the consonant sit. “He’ll try to keep it clean. He’ll fail.” “Your confidence is charming,” she said. “And occasionally dangerous.” I leaned in, lowering my voice so it felt like a pact. “Listen to me. There are three stories on the table. One: the tragic wife returns to her abuser, haloed by forgiveness. Two: the mastermind survivor exposes a monster and brings him to his knees. Three: the complicated woman reappears, and the world remembers she’s not a saint—she’s an accelerant.”

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.

he murmured to his friends. The women glanced up at the same moment, unaware that these weren’t just any strangers—they were the men who would turn their night, and their hearts, upside down. Revenge, charm, and chaos had arrived. And the game was about to begin.

“If you're going to keep laughing, get the hell out of here.” He raised his hands in a mock surrender, still chuckling. “Alright, alright. But seriously, what happened?” I poured another drink and gulped it down my throat, savoring the taste. “She lied about her name.” Alessandro whistled. “Bold. I like her already.” “You're not helping.” I let out a hiss and walked away, heading toward the master bathroom. The cold shower did little to wash away the memory of her. I slammed my fist into the tiled wall once, hard enough to bleed my knuckles. I watched as blood mixed with water. One thing I hated more than anything was being lied to or played.

075 Brianna Pounds “What is the craziest part, Brianna?” I chuckled, the sound cold. “That Nicodemo Harrington is a fucking monster.” “What? How do you mean?” “Aren't you able to guess that yet?” I leaned forward slightly, holding her gaze captive. “What he did?” “I mean, yeah, maybe, I don't know,” she stammered, tripping over her words. “He cheated right to your face, so I guess that's monstrous enough?” She offered it up like a question, and a bitter chuckle scraped past my throat.

Disbelief. One comment from his wife: *My husband is innocent. Someone did this to him. Please, if anyone knows anything, come forward.* I closed the laptop. Pressed my hands to my face. I'd spent two years planning revenge on a monster. But somewhere along the way, I'd become one myself. And the worst part? I wasn't sure I cared anymore. Because Morrison's destruction meant I was safe. Meant Brennan would stop digging. Meant I could keep going. Keep destroying Adrian piece by piece until there was nothing left.

Monica replied as she spooned Anton some rice. "Okay," said Anton. "To be honest, I'm still traumatized by being cheated on. Or when you say you want to get together with your old friends, about school reunions, bukber and the like, you can't come anymore," Monica replied with a sharp look. "I understand, for your sake, I won't go to the invitation of reunion, bukber, or anything like that with my old friends," said Anton. Monica smiled but even though she could smile beautifully in front of Anton her heart could not lie. She was still traumatized and could not fully trust Anton. There is a saying that if a man cheats once, he will do it again.

“I just barely heard about it. At that time, Gregori was the manager of your current department. He fell in love with a pretty girl who was a junior employee. Because of work, he often has to go to work or to drink, so there are many times meeting other women outside. The girlfriend was jealous, so she left while the two people who had registered their marriage were preparing to get married. Wedding photos and invitations have also been sent. No one found her either. What a pity for such a sad love story.” After William finished speaking, he smacked his lips, his eyes were filled with sadness and mournful. The girl must have loved Gregori very much to be so jealous. The story has no beginnin