Novel & Cerita Best Revenge On Cheaters

Juice smeared the corner of his mouth. Peaceful. Tristan had left hours ago. Which meant it was time. I didn’t rush. Revenge—real revenge—was never loud or impulsive. It didn’t announce itself with screaming matches or public confrontations. It was patient. Surgical. Clean. I opened my laptop and logged into a secure folder labeled R. ARCHIVE. Inside waited months of work. Medical records with inconsistent dates. Time-stamped messages that didn’t align. Clinic invoices routed through shell accounts. A very expensive private obstetrician with an even more flexible sense of ethics.

The man who can cheat on you for more than one time, he can keep you in the dark and cheat on you for a thousand more times. I drank another tequila shot and looked for my rebound. I want rebound sex and I want it now. Fuck Ryan and his whores. All I want is a sexy man to show me heavens even if it's for a night and from tomorrow I'll be back to chase my dreams. No more boyfriend bullshit.

He’s probably someone who doesn't like gossip. "Hey, Mr. Richard, give me a word." She sat in the middle and looked at her brother. At this time, he looked up to see Amanda and his sister sitting in the middle and said: "My wife is jealous, I don't dare to talk about beautiful women." He smiled gently. "This guy, boring!" She sat in the middle, glaring at him, then turned back to look at the computer screen. He nodded to Amanda, he was indeed a guardian angel, freeing her from the clutches of public opinion.

My blood boils in anger, hearing her nonsense. "Just shut up", I scream. "Don't act like you didn't know anything?" "Karan, please don't yell like this. There's everyone around here", she says. "Let them hear. Let them hear that I was tricked. I was cheated on", I shrug, throwing my hands on the air. "So you are the one to get cheated on?", she questions as I turn to her. I don't have any answer to her question. "Leave that", she says as she climbs down from the bed and walks towards me. I lift my eyes to look at her unwillingly. She had worn an elegant red lehenga with heavy gold jewellery. Her skin tone perfectly matched with the attire.

If she hadn't cheated on him with his best friend for money, maybe none of this would have happened. Overall, Marcus was right when he said she was the worst opposite version of Ann. She had sex with many men for selfish reasons—money. She even had the audacity to sleep with Marcus's best friend in their matrimonial bed and then divorce Marcus when she found out he had gone bankrupt, instead of apologising for what she did. Even after all that, Marcus didn't give up on her. He still begged her to come back home and he would accept her with opened arms, but she refused and even put a restraining order on him, telling him to move on, which he eventually did. But when she discovered Marcus's ne

But they were both players, constantly breaking up and making up. Then I showed up—naive, trusting, easy to manipulate—the perfect catalyst to keep their toxic game alive. The thrill of betraying me right under my nose became their addiction. After our wedding, they only got bolder. That tonic I drank every day? Celeste was the one who sourced the special blend. And every time I lost a baby, she'd play the guilt-ridden sister, seeking "comfort" from Asher. Together, they kept pushing the line, getting their kicks from the deception.

A silk blindfold—on it written: touch yourself while you’re blind so Nora doesn’t kill you in your dream. Soft padded wrist cuffs. Warming lube. Feather tickler. “This motherfucker!” I scoffed, laughing dryly. “I think he has no idea his once stupid wife is now living with a billionaire.” I paused and shook off the memories flooding my head. “Trust me, Harry. That stupid ex-wife is coming for revenge, and she’s going to be another man’s obsession too,” I whispered, smiling deadly. Darien may be acting so hard, but soon he’ll be so fucking obsessed with me. And this is my first promise.

Having to love someone totally and completely but then you’re treated like a criminal every single time. What have I done? Did I just throw away someone really priceless? Is there a way to find Abigail and apologize at least? At this stage, there’s no point in asking for forgiveness because I’ve exhausted all my chances. What do I do? What do I do? The tears poured, like really poured; there was no stopping it. I just single-handedly ruined a perfect relationship for life. And what about Dad? I just ruined his life-long relationship with Abigail. Would he be able to find her and will she come back to him? I had no answers to those questions but I really wished there was a way to rewind time

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

"I've blocked him on social media." "As you should, Jules." Pacing around our small office, I shake my head. "It should be over since he cheated on you. Never get back together with the likes of him. The thing with cheaters is once he cheats on you, he's always going to cheat on you. There's no doubt about that. Once a cheater, always a cheater." Then I assess the painful look on her face as the words fly out of my mouth. "But it seems like it hasn't been over for you, isn't it?" Putting her lips into a thin line, she grimaces.