Dealing With Vengeful Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

When she spoke again, her voice cracked down the middle, but it didn’t break. But I can’t let her die. Dr. Harris blinked. Ryan’s head snapped up. She was my mother-in-law once, A bitter, tired laugh escaped her. Not happy. Just exhausted. I just want her to stay alive. Long enough to look me in the eye and know I didn’t become cold like them. Long enough to know I’m not the monster she spent 3 years saying I was. The doctor nodded slowly. He’d seen spite. He’d seen revenge. This… this was worse. Then let’s do it.

He loosened the buttons near the wrist of his shirt once before his eyes settled on me first. And instantly, his expression hardened slightly. “You look upset.” The simplicity of the statement nearly made my throat tighten embarrassingly fast. Before I could answer, Chloe spoke first. “She saw the articles.” Drake’s gaze shifted toward Chloe slowly then toward Vivian. “What articles?” Chloe picked up her phone casually. “Apparently your wife is a manipulative gold digger destroying men emotionally across the city.” The silence afterward turned sharp instantly. Drake held his hand out calmly. “Phone.”

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

"You destroyed my marriage out of your selfish interest. You took everything from me. You killed my child. You took my happiness from me and left to die." Nicole took a deep breath, her eyes burning with vengeance. "But guess what? I'm back to make you pay in hundred folds every bit of pains you'd caused me." A flicker of something, quite probably guilt flickered in Veronica's eyes, but she quickly concealed it. Nicole's chest was heaving with emotion. She raised her chin, her voice barely above a whisper. "You think you won. That this is all a done deal and safely buried in your past. Well, I got news for you, Veronica."

No fucking clue. “Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” she stared pointedly at my phone which was on the table. “Text him back. Hear what he has to say and if you can’t fuck with it, that’s completely fine. You can back off. But you need this. And I know you. You want your ex to pay for all he did to you, and this Maverick guy, he shares your interests.” She pointed her fork at me. “Go for it, babe. Whatever you decide to do, I’m here for you.”

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, the metal dented at the force of my hit. This couldn't possibly get worse! First of all I had to deal with that bastard's crumbling business, his Debts, then his mother's suspicion, that fucking bitch of an ex wife, and now someonelse had appeared in the picture to further complicate my plans. I had succeeded in taking everything my brother held dear to him, and some of his problems came along with them too.

James She exhaled slowly, trying to hide how my words affected her. “After your ex-wife, what happened?” “I built a company and raised my daughter,” I exhaled. “I tried to find her, but it was like she’d vanished. No care for me, not even her own daughter. She never returned.” I shook my head. “I found ways to manage the anger. A woman betrayed me. What better way to get over that than using other ones?” She stared at me. “So you just… derive pleasure from hurting women because you think we’re all just like Tania’s mother to you?”

he explained. "Why is that all you can tell me?" I asked sitting next to him. He looked so upset and befuddled I couldn't help but believe him, he reminded me of a little boy who had just gotten his toys taken away. "Because my ex-wife or soon-to-be ex-wife is vindictive, cruel, and manipulative. She likes to play games, always has and probably always will, and until I know what game she's playing right now, I don't want you involved," he said looking at me his eye's pleading with me to understand, "I don't want you hurt because of me or her."

"Wow! So just because her love was rejected by your ex-husband, she’s taking revenge by destroying your business? That’s ridiculous! So, what’s your plan now, my wife? Do you need my help?" To be continued…