Divorce Revenge 소설 & 이야기

I despised Mirabel with every fiber of my soul. But revenge... Revenge is a dish best served cold. I called my lawyer to prepare the divorce papers, then went home—quietly, straight to my bedroom. I lay in the silence of my cold, empty bed, staring at the ceiling. A whole fucking year was gone in my misery, wasted chasing illusions. A pup that never existed. A marriage built on lies. A fake power bought with betrayal. I gave up my fated mate… for this. And yet—beneath the rage, beneath the disgust clawing at my chest like a feral animal, there was something else.

The divorce papers I signed with shaking hands. Beads of sweat were forming on my head but I wiped them off. And as predicted, I became more uncomfortable than ever. Rage boiled over me. I didn't want to see his phony face or even feel his presence. It hadn't reached up to twenty minutes when, in typical Devon fashion, he sent over a million-dollar gesture, a rare tuna delicacy, flown in, fresh. “A gift from Mr. Devon for the lucky intern!” Everyone gasped and started to ask questions that were disgusting to answer.

Richard said to Xavier, who kept silent, allowing him to finish what he was saying. "You see, six years ago, when Sarah informed me that you divorced her and confiscated her newborn baby, I knew that a day was coming when you would come back looking for her, and believe me, I was patiently waiting for that day because it was on that day I had planned to make you pay for what you did to her, but with time I brushed that idea away. I'm getting older and older with each passing day, and there are things I have to let go of, and among those things is vengeance.

“I guess that makes two of us. I actually made a reservation for a dinner date tomorrow.” "I didn't mean to call up painful memories." I shook my head at him. "That's not what I meant." "Divorce Lucas, Florence. Marry me and get your revenge on him. He'll be half out of his mind when he found out that you married me. Our union will help crush him. When we get married, I'll let you live your life, and I'll live mine. We won't get in each other's way—We just have to stay married for only a year. And to top it all up, I'll give you fifty million dollars as compensation for helping me get the company."

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

“Does it bother you that much? What did you think I felt when you came home late every night? Did you assume that I didn’t know that all those business trips were just excuses for you to be with your women? Oh… Nolan I am going to tell you again, I am fed up with you and I want a divorce right now.” His eyes blazed with fire as he screamed “How dare you go and mess up with my enemy and come back demanding a divorce from me? I hate you Celine Nelson, I hate your face, body and everything that has to do with you. I don’t even know why I have stayed this long with you.” “The feeling is mutual” Celine Retorted back, she wasn’t going to let him yell at her like that anymore. She was capable of de

My heart thumping rapidly in my chest as I lifted my gaze to meet his. "Your dear husband was married before." "Gonzalez, enough!" My clutch on reality shattered. "Didn't he tell you? Huh? Didn't he tell you that he divorced the only love of his life, my daughter, Rhea, just to be with you and successfully carry out his revenge plan?" "I told you Gonzalez, that was in the past! Whatever Rhea and I had was gone and gone for good!"

"If that worthless woman dares to say anything to me, I'll throw these divorce papers right in her face. I'm so tired of pretending to care about her. I can't wait for her to give me a reason to finally get rid of her." "Divorce papers?" someone gasped. "You already have them prepared?" "Hell yes," Bernard laughed cruelly. "I've been waiting for the perfect moment. She has no car, no money, no job, nothing. She's completely dependent on me like the pathetic housewife she is. When I divorce her, she'll have nowhere to go and no way to survive. It'll be the perfect revenge for all the years I've had to put up with her boring, useless existence."

All the years of squashed down anger started to rise inside of me. “You should be grateful,” he scoffed. His eyes narrowed. “I mean, look at you. Who else would even want you? Of course we’ll get remarried. If we stay divorced, where will you even live?” His words cut deep, like knives. I had to look away, to hide the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. I blinked them back. “Daddy’s right,” Leo chimed in. “You should help Aunty Beatrice.” What?

“Yvette gave these to you? Can’t you see, Billly? She is manipulating you.” “I’m done listening to your lies,” he cut in coldly as he spun on his heels and stormed out. Hours later, Anne sat at the long dining table with the divorce papers before her. She’d cried so hard. Now, her eyes had gone dry. Her fingers hovered above the pen without grasping it. “Billy,” she said hoarsely, “if you ever truly loved me, look me in the eye and tell me you believe I cheated.” He stared straight ahead, refusing to meet her gaze.