Evil Ex Wife Novels & Stories

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

“ You want to dine with the devil but you do not have a long spoon? How do you expect to eat? Brianna asks and laughs wickedly again. I know you do not know me but I know you" Brianna says and she turns to her men" force them back into that car" she says with a straight face. "Evelyn, I want to hear you scream in pain, you must have been enjoying my ex husband in bed when he squeezes you hard in our ex bed"she laughs and said "Ex bed, sounds funny right?she says. "It's now time for me his ex wife to hear you scream in pain" she says and laughs out loud.

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “Why are you so desperate to protect your ex-wife when you’ve already replaced her with a younger, more… fertile college girl?” He glared at me, but his words were slurred, his anger lacking its usual bite. “Maybe I… realized I fucked up?” “Oh, poor baby,” I mocked, enjoying his discomfort. “Having a sudden attack of conscience, are we? Trying to be a considerate husband now? Too late, my friend.” “If Agatha really knew what kind of trash you were…” he started, his voice thick with drunken anger.

She ought to have known, really—if you could betray your own wife who picked you up from the gutters and made you who you are, who could ever be safe from you? You must consider women useless objects to discard after use. First, your innocent wife, Marianne, then you betrayed Mildred too. Even Britney isn’t spared. She’s your wife now, yet, right in front of her eyes, you flaunt your mistress, uncaring of her tears. Again, I ask—who the hell do you think you are?" Tony swallowed hard, his defiance crumbling. He lowered his eyes, unable to refute my words. I turned to the officers, giving them a nod. They quickly approached and cuffed him, reading his rights as they began to list his crimes.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

I looked at the peephole. Paisley. How did she know I live here? She looked angry. "Open the door, you whore!" Great, I just got here and I'm already making drama. I opened the door. "What do you want?" I asked. She pounced on my dragging my hair. She was crazy. I pushed her off me, and of course, she came back. "You're such a dirty slut! Is that what you're teaching your child? Stay away from Xavier." And that's what this is all about.

“You evil bitch! How dare you try to kill my sister-in-law out of envy? Just because you can’t have a child doesn’t mean you should kill other people’s own. I knew you were only going to cause trouble in this family.” Emily stood transfixed. Red welts formed on her cheeks, and the fingerprints of Veronica splayed across her face. Hot tears rushed to her eyes as she unsuccessfully tried to blink them away. She looked at Hunter, who was still staring at her with repulsion and unconcern, as though his sister hadn’t just slapped her, his wife. The tears blurred her sight of him.

“Are they not my siblings? Or are they my rivals?” “They are not worthy to be called your siblings. They are your rivals as far as I am concern. Ever since you lost your sanity and became a less human, Opula and Kate hated you and wanted you to perish like a forgotten mouse. Fortunately, we contracted a wife for you, by name Melissa,” Eva said and pointed at my photo which was lying on the table, “That is your wife, Melissa.” “This woman?” Brian retorted, gazing at my photo. “She is not just a woman, she is a rare woman. She is your wife. If not for Melissa these evil sisters would have swallowed you up like the red sea, even our father compromised his love for you. Suddenly father…

“That girl—that harlot—Rita! She destroyed my son’s life! She was nothing but a beggar when she married into our family. We gave her a roof! We gave her food! And what did she do? Left my son when he had nothing!” Her voice grew louder, drawing attention from curious onlookers passing by. Employees arriving for work slowed down, some even stopping in disbelief as the woman’s tirade continued. “She left my son because we were poor, because we couldn’t afford her city lifestyle! And now she’s had the audacity to have him arrested like a criminal?” she shouted, tears streaming down her face—though whether from anger or shame, no one could tell. “She’s evil! Wicked! I warned James not to marry a

Why did her father think that he was a creepy stalker when he had evidence that he knew her on a personal level that stalkers wouldn't? Mrs Helvig found the passive-aggressive battle between her husband and her future son-in-law amusing. Call it a woman's intuition but she had a feeling that Tynan wasn't lying. In fact, she didn't think he was a stalker even though it unnerved her slightly by how much he knew their baby girl. It wouldn't hurt to let him see Laura but her husband was dead set against it. Laura's rehabilitation was going well but her stubborn husband still insisted that the Dirt Princess was still too ill for anyone to visit her.