Divorce Revenge Novels & Stories

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

He said tiredly. “And after that you did not see me for years. Then you did one night, when I was drunk and thought I sleeping with a man would be excellent revenge for a man who'd already divorced me". I smiled. “Some would argue that you took advantage of me, you know. You could have found a way to reach my father or whoever, I'm sure I had ID on me. Instead you drove me to your house. The result of that night is growing inside me". I pointed at my belly. He looked a funny mixture of afraid and furious. “You don't mean-"

That must be the reason she began to occupy his mind frequently after the divorce, making him confused and unable to concentrate on his work. "Yeah." Melody was stunned by his reply. She refused to talk to a drunkard. "Let go of me! This is my last warning! If you insist on doing this, don't blame me for being rude!" Christopher didn’t react, instead focusing on her eyes. Damn it! Melody took a deep breath, exerted all her strength, and tried to throw Christopher away. Alas, she failed. Her anger was reignited. "What’s wrong with you?! We divorced! Stop pestering me! I don't want to see you again! Do you hear me—"

she says, before leaving us to take a stroll on the beach. “Well?” I shoot at my ex-husband. He shoots daggers at me with his eyes because no one ever rushes Nico Armani. “The divorce didn’t go through,” he deadpans. My knees give way under me and I collapse on the lounging chair behind me. “What the hell do you mean the divorce didn’t go through?” He occupies the chair Daniel just vacated minutes ago. “The judges didn’t grant it.” “What on earth? It’s been a whole year!”

A broken marriage. A cheating father. A home poisoned by lies. I couldn't do that to my baby. And I couldn't do it to myself either. By the time sunlight filled the room completely, I had made my decision. I was going to divorce my husband. Get the abortion. And leave his life forever. I was done being the only one fighting for a marriage that died long ago.

"Isn't that your husband?" Layla asked with shock in her voice. "I guess it is." Amara sighed heavily. They were at the annual ball and instead of dancing that close with her, Amara's husband had his body BRA pressed against another woman's body. Well, not just any other woman Katherine Thorn, his high school sweetheart. The love of his life. Beautiful blonde hair, slender body, and brown eyes. body, She was the full package. Everything that Brandon dreamed of. She rejected him in the past and now that she was back, nothing would stop him from making her his. Even if it meant humiliating his wife of ten years.

Not long after that came the news about the divorce. And suddenly, the attraction I thought I had buried resurfaced all over again. Stronger this time. I had honestly been surprised when Gemma approached me at the summit event, but I pretended not to know anything about the divorce. And when she sat across from me with those determined eyes and proposed ruining Richard’s promotion as revenge… something about it fascinated me. Gemma looked soft, beautiful, almost innocent. Yet beneath all of that was anger sharp enough to destroy someone. And strangely… I admired it, maybe more than I should have.

The unforgiving concrete tasted of rust and rain. Chloe’s vision blurred as she hit the driveway, the impact driving the air from her lungs in a sharp, ragged gasp. The icy downpour instantly soaked through the thin, threadbare cotton of her dress, plastering it to her bruised skin. Around her, a flurry of crisp, white papers fluttered down like mocking doves, instantly turning to translucent mush in the puddles. The divorce papers. "Don't make this uglier than it has to be, Chloe," a voice drawled from above.

But it never came. How boring. Just a few days ago, at the bar, hanks to Andrian’s help in hurting that woman—Sebastian had finally taken off his wedding ring. She knew that today they were actually supposed to get divorced. She was going to celebrate that with Sebastian. But why did he respond to her so harshly? “There’s no way they didn’t go through with the divorce, right?” Isabella whispered to herself. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking. Sebastian was someone with strong convictions. She knew he’d never break his word. But… Isabella couldn’t calm down.

As he made to leave, Franca stopped him again, "How about you hear what we have to offer? Then you can think if you're interested or not." "In that case, I will leave it to my wife to answer. Darling, what do you think?" He asked, turning to her. All of them turned their attention to her, waiting patiently for her response. “You wouldn't want to hurt me, right, Vivian? I know you still love me," Charles boasted, feeling himself. Now, this was her time to take revenge on her ex-husband. Will she agree to schedule a meeting? What plan does she have to execute her revenge?