Dealing With Vengeful Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Don’t you regard me as your wife? How long have you been hiding this from me?" Victor opened his mouth to respond, but Evelyn didn’t give him the chance. She took a step closer, her eyes wild with disbelief. "You saw your ex-wife, and you didn’t think to mention it? You're *just* telling me this now? Are you out of your mind, Victor?!" He couldn’t take it anymore. Victor’s hand hovered in the air for a split second, the room so tense it felt like the walls were closing in. His anger had driven him to the brink, but Evelyn’s sharp words and the fierce look in her eyes cut through the haze of rage.

I cleared my throat and smiled. “Nothing much. I heard that she is your ex-wife who looks exactly like me. Given how your sister reacted, you might have a past issue with her. Would that be a problem for the both of us?” It would certainly be a problem for me, but I had to hide it. I wouldn’t be able to get my revenge if I were not close to him and his family. I wouldn’t know who was driving the car that night. “My wife, Jane Moore had been reported dead for two years now…”

She would always remember the advice of the late Hana, that the status of a legal wife was higher than that of a mistress and must be maintained. * The first day back at the office after a week off following Hana's death. Angelina was kicked out of the director's office by Moreen. She told Angelina to take the farthest room, the secretary's office. Moreen wanted revenge for what she had gone through. Meanwhile, Axton always agreed with Moreen's wishes; his love for the seductive woman grew even stronger when he found out she was pregnant with their first child. At the office, Moreen wasn't working as usual. She was just accompanying her boyfriend. She didn't want to lose him again, afraid th

“I know you're hurting, but using your resources to acquire everything belonging to your ex-husband out of revenge is reckless and senseless!” Karina's hands slammed down on the desk, her frustration evident. “My revenge isn't senseless. Soon, they'll all come crawling back to me!” She locked eyes with Gina, her expression resolute. "Especially Aidan, my wretched ex-husband, who feels no remorse for what he did to me,” she added, her voice tinged with emotion.

I have even stooped so low into making a fool of myself in front of my kid—anything, so long as Caterina will give me a chance to explain. How my ex-wife is a diseased cunt who will stop at nothing to destroy every good thing in my life. How she's dragged her feet for years, refusing to give me a divorce until she gets what she believes is coming to her. My money, as much of it as she can get her hands on. As far as I'm concerned, she might as well not exist. If it weren't for the shit she's put me through, I would have gladly forgotten her name by now. She's never been a mother to our daughter. There's no reason for us to interact otherwise.

Let others handle the dirty work. **Me:** *Thank you.* **Vivian:** *We’re a team. We protect our family. No matter what it takes.* I set down the phone. No matter what it takes. That’s what it had come to. A war against my ex-wife. Using business leverage, social influence, legal maneuvering, and our son as weapons to ensure she couldn’t threaten what we’d built. Eight years ago, I’d crushed Serena because she was weak. Because it was easy.

How much more was I supposed to do , I thought that you love me and felt the same way for me but why can’t you just read it . I wad just out and you had the meter to invite her over , you unified your ex wife over and then you turn and look at me and tell me that you had nothing to do with human, You tell me what I am dipppsed to belive . The fact that my husband ex wife whom everyone thoufht was dead , wasn’t and the fact that he was screwing him behing the Miroow a. What more str you going to say , in this life there are people you don’t give another chance because when you do that , they are going to ruin you as much as they like , I am not going to be a victim , I am letting this go .

He explained, "She is not my wife, we divorced a long time ago. I just felt sorry for her and took care of her for a while. But she is too greedy, she despises me for not having good conditions, and even morally blackmails my ex-wife to help me so that her life can be better. But I already betrayed my ex-wife in the past, how can I have the face to ask her for help? This woman has no moral bottom line. I have seen her true colors now, and I just want to cut off all contact with her." Several onlookers were stunned, their eyes wide open. This melodramatic story had already exceeded their ability to resolve it. "Sir, how about this? We will refund this bill and not take your money. Once you ha

“Why would I? I don’t need him. Men only bring pain, and I’ve had enough of that.” Mrs. Cassiopeia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Who hurt you?” Elowen’s gaze dropped to her teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. “My ex-husband. He took everything from me. Stripped me of my life and tossed me aside like trash.” Mrs. Cassiopeia’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you going to do about it?” Elowen sat back, her posture relaxed but her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m working on it. I came back for a reason, and I won’t leave until I get what’s mine.”

Who would have thought that I would surrender in defeat after three years? When Alicia saw me, I was sitting dejectedly at the entrance of the funeral parlor while holding my mother's urn. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders while saying, "Stop crying. I'll help you get revenge. The best way to deal with scumbags who treat their wives like trash just because they're rich is to take back everything you gave him!" Hearing her words, I took a deep breath and nodded. Then, I let her take me home.