Novel & Cerita Evil Ex Wife

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.

And that's what this is all about. "You're the one crazy here!" I retorted. "You bitch! Stay away from him or I'll make your life hell!" She snarled. Layla came behind me glaring at Paisley. "Oh look, it's the other slut, you animals!" She is one crazy lady. "Oh. I should probably tell you this." She said before we could reply. "I'm pregnant, and it is Xavier's."

“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.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

I said, defending my husband. David chuckled, a quiet, humorless sound. “Good hearts are a liability, Hailey. The Wilson family doesn't need good hearts. We need strength. We need to make sure our name stays clean, and that we don’t get tangled up in messes that don’t belong to us.” He pushed the sketches aside. “Which brings me to my true concern. The things Evans has become involved with recently—the messy drama with Valarie, the bizarre stories told by that man Calix—they all point to non-human elements.”

"But... but I've tried so hard. I've done everything you wanted. I've been a good wife." "A good wife?" Max scoffs. "A good wife wouldn't be so clingy. A good wife wouldn't be so needy. You're pathetic, Eva. And I'm tired of pretending you're not." I stand up, anger mixing with my pain. "I'm pathetic? I'm not the one cheating on my spouse with their sister! What kind of person does that, Max?"