Divorce Revenge Novels & Stories

“Come home, Vivian. Nothing’s going to happen to your marriage. I’ll take care of it. I’ll talk to Ryan.” “Dad, I’m scared,” she whispered, and I could hear the tears in her voice. “What if she takes everything from us?” “She won’t,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. I couldn’t bring myself to utter another word so I ended the call. Ophelia was back. How had she managed to become a shareholder? I knew she’d return eventually, but I never expected it to be this soon. I need a plan.

"We are husband and wife." Tears rolled down Charlotte's eyes, and upon hearing this, her breath trembled as she lowered her head. "We are divorced..." "We're not." Griffith looked at her, his expression serious. "The divorce certificate is fake. I lied to you." In the face of the recent shock, the truth or falsehood of the divorce certificate did not cause Charlotte's emotions to fluctuate. She wanted to overturn everything that prevented her from seeking revenge. "Then let's go get divorced tomorrow. I don't want to drag you down."

he said as he tossed a folder onto the table. He was irritated about something and it never occurred to me that I was the cause of his irritation. When he tossed the folder on the table, the force tipped the dish, and the stew spilled onto the floor. My heart sank. All that work…and it was just wasted! "Honey?" I whispered. “I want a divorce, hon,” he announced out of nowhere. “W-what?” I stammered in shock. "Sign them," he said in a monotone as he gestured his hands toward the folder he tossed earlier.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s been cheating on me. Vince and I are divorced..” Her reaction is immediate and brutal. The slap comes out of nowhere, a sharp, stinging explosion of pain that leaves me reeling. I clutch my cheek, stunned. “You’re so stupid!” she hisses, her voice trembling with anger. “You’re only wanting a divorce because your husband cheated? Do you have any idea how much you’re throwing away?” Tears sting the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. “I’m not going to live like this anymore,” I snap, my voice rising.

“My revenge on Marcus is only getting started. He humiliated me in front of the world. I will watch him fall from the height he thought he deserved, and I will do it standing beside the man he could never become.” She didn't care if she was going to be married to a man who was ten times older than her, he did this to her. He made her this cold. The world watched her fall. Now they will watch her rise as Mrs. Damien Voss. It was only a matter of time before he got used to the fact that she was getting married to his dearest daddy.

Chapter 3 Frowning, Sophia's eyes returned to the documents and she read the words written boldly on the top. 'DIVORCE AGREEMENT' She shook her head and chuckled, trying to convince herself that it was just a silly dream.Marco would never divorce her. Sophia flipped through them. Then she pinched herself, the reality hitting hard, she wasn't dreaming."No, no. You must be joking. This is a joke, right?"

Chloe called out and I paused, veering around to face her, her face had an expression unlike any I had seen from her, she appeared to be more calm and there was this slight grin curved on her lips, it appeared almost sinister. I stayed silent, waiting for her to speak. “We do not have a prenup if you decide to go ahead with this divorce, I will sue you of every fucking thing you have to your name.” My eyes widened in disbelief. “Now ask yourself, is that bitch worth it?”

There isn’t a word filthy enough for what I’ve become in the name of revenge. The regret came in waves, but it never drowned me. Because this wasn’t on me — it was Noah’s doing. He broke us first. If he hadn't cheated on me and mentioned that I'm no longer desirable, I wouldn't have done that, would I? And it won't repeat itself. All I need now is information about his account and then set the divorce in motion. During the course of my sleep on the couch, my eyes opened to see Noah holding my phone. His gaze was staring at me as if he had noticed something. But I didn't even give a damn about his thoughts since I only did what he had done.

But if he divorced her now… Evelyn had picked up the pen again, ready to sign. Julian lunged forward, grabbing her hand. “Evelyn, wait!” he cried. She looked up, startled. “We… we shouldn’t go through with the divorce.” “What?” Evelyn frowned, unable to believe what she just heard. Before she could press further, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Selena appeared at the living room entrance, wearing a thin silk nightgown and a forced smile. Her expression turned sharp the moment she saw Julian and Evelyn standing too close. “Did I hear that right?” Selena sneered. “Julian, you said you’d finalize the divorce today. What’s with this sudden change of heart?”

For a second, a flash of guilt appears in his eyes, but it disappears as soon as it comes, leaving her with questions about whether her mind is playing tricks. “Don’t you see? I just want a divorce from you. I’m sick of this”. He waves his hand up and down gesturing to her. “So you framed me to just get a divorce? Do you hate me that much?” She asks him, already feeling burned out. “Yes, I do. So if you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in jail for something you did not do, sign the divorce papers now and relocate abroad”. She looks at him dumbfounded. Her mind refused to accept what was going on.