Romans & histoires Dealing With Vengeful Ex Wife

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

“Shouldn't you?" She had a faraway look in her eye. “What do you think I can do?" I sat back. “Take the one thing that he loves the most away from him." She was horrified. “We're not killing anybody". “I meant his business". I did not think the man loved anyone. “Who would we want to kill anyway?" “His mother" she muttered, downcast again. I noted the sentiment. “I'm sure a man like your ex-husband is not a honest business man. We'll dig out his skeletons, look for loopholes in his business and crash it all down".

“I don’t want to talk about that anymore.” Gevan shook his head. “I can’t pretend nothing happened.” “That’s your problem,” Sheena replied. “Don’t involve me.” She stepped back, keeping her distance. “I already told you, stay away.” Gevan stepped closer. “I won’t give up.” Sheena scoffed. “Tch.” “I will keep pursuing you,” Gevan continued. “You’re my ex-wife. I still love you.” Sheena stared at him sharply. “Love is not like this.”

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“Revenge.” Her eyes widened. “Revenge?” she repeated softly. I nodded. “Mhm. I could help you get revenge on your ex-husband for everything he did to you.” She just stared at me silently for a long time. Then she looked away, her voice trembling as she spoke. “No,” she said. “I don’t want that. I don’t want anything to do with him. I don’t want revenge. I just want to move on from this.”

"Wow, dude. You're saying horrible things. How could you tell your wife to abort?" "Looks like he's reunited with his ex-wife." I smiled wryly. "Yes, I met her again and she made me want to vomit. She trampled on my pride and I can't take it. I will get back at her for everything she has done to me," I told them. My eyes sharpened, flashing with vengeance. "Before I see her destroyed, I will never stop. So stop saying that I love that bitch! Because it makes me so sick every time I hear it!"

She said she had never met anyone as gullible as I was. The divorce papers arrived an hour later. I didn’t bother to go through them. What was the point? The only person that said goodbye to me was the elderly maid who had been working there before I arrived as a maid and later fell in love with my billionaire boss. Getting into the car, I drove off, tears cascading down my cheeks. One moment, I was a happy wife, the next, I was a disgraced ex-wife returning to her hometown.

She is an ex-wife, a person who has enough to take them down. I pick up my cell and call her. It rings a few times, and my panic gets worse, but I relax when her voice finally rings in my ear. “Hey, handsome. Is everything okay?” “Yes. Are you okay? I thought you would be back by now.” “I am fine. I am just waiting for our food. My meeting went over. I will be home soon,” she replies. Thank God! If they did anything to her, I would kill them and happily do time for doing so. They have done enough to her already.

How dare she do this to me? I will make sure that I get her back for stealing my wallet. However, she is having four babies with her new husband. I need to dig deep about him and see if he is a good guy. Otherwise, if he is not, then he will be in a lot of trouble. Yeah, let’s see if you are worthy of being with my ex-wife, Mister Shane Evans. As I am standing in the kitchen thinking about it. The manager comes by and says to me, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry with the dishes. I have customers waiting for their orders. Yep, that is it, I am going to get back at them.

But when I lifted my gaze and saw Vanessa watching me anxiously, waiting for my reaction, I swallowed hard. “What’s so bad about the soup?” I said instead. “If you can’t drink it, then forget about it.” I grabbed Vanessa’s hand and dragged her out of the room. Behind us, Jenny’s voice rang out, sharp and cold. “James, listen to me.” I turned back reluctantly. “I told you earlier,” she said, staring straight at me, “I want a divorce.” Anger surged through me instantly. I stepped forward, my voice low and dangerous. “If that’s what you want, you’re not getting it. Get that into your mind. We are not getting divorced.”