Evil Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Mira laughed, sliding into his shirt like the lover she clearly thought she was. "Yes. My house. I'm his wife, and this house belongs to me." "Poor you. You still think you're a wife." She smirked, dripping with confidence. "News flash, sweetie. You were never one." I looked at Adrian, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He stayed quiet. He didn't even bother looking at me. "What the hell is she talking about, Adrian." My voice shook. "Did you ever stop to ask yourself why he married you and never once showed you love? This man abuses you constantly and your weak self just stays." She sat herself right on his lap like she belonged there.

I step back against a nearby couch to steady myself, legs turning to jelly with this turn for the worst and I try to inhale slowly to keep my cool. ‘My wife! Yes, Mama, I married her … in Vegas. It’s a done deal, so say hi to your new daughter-in-law.’ Alexi has given up trying to keep his shit together, and the appearance of that cold and terrifying persona that sends shivers through me snarls the words her way. She doesn’t even blink an eye, instead, she also takes on that weird evil glare, the insanely intimidating stance of someone rallying themselves for a fight. “I’m disgusted that you would cheapen our family name by marrying a common slut on a whim, most likely high on drugs and booz

Eva mumbled, her eyes shutting down as she pictured his heavenly face in her head but someone else got into the picture. - Xavier Liam, her ex boyfriend and the man she ditched her husband for. "Xavier has neglected me, he's has solitary failed me, that pretentious bastard," she thundered, standing swiftly to her feet as her eyes grew evilly gloomy. "After abandoning my husband just to be with him, he cheated on me and fetched in another woman," she grumbles, her left hand fisting tightly as she made to punch the nearest war but abruptly halted. As is if that wasn't enough, he elope with his new fish after ordering his shields to thrash her out recklessly like a debris out of his mansion.

Tyler answered in a cocky manner thinking he finally got Adrian. "She's my Wife" Adrian dropped the bumshell, and watched him confused. "What!!!!" Tyler couldn't help but exclaim, they were married already. "Yeah, and you should be expecting a God Son soon" Adrian said and winked at the confused Tyler, before looking back at Lillian who was laughing at their banter. Her smile looks so genuine, he could tell she was really happy to see Tyler.

I ached and burned for her. But it was wrong. Because she was Eve Harrison, Tom's wife and I had no business covering another man's wife. My mother was right. I was just like the bastard who had fathered me. "You!" She yelled at Eve, painting menacingly at her. "You will stay away from my son! You hear me?! You will stay away from him at once! I don't want to see a slut and gold digger like you near him! Keep your dirty morals to yourself!"

“The woman in the photos is not just a one-night-stand, but instead my new girlfriend – Alpha-born Evelyn Walsh, daughter of John Walsh, our nation’s Director of the Interior.” The reporters go mad, shouting out questions. Victor begins to respond, but suddenly a snarl rips out from the back of the room. The primary television camera pivots and turns its own attention to the wolf at the back of the hall, standing with his feet apart, his teeth bared, ready to kill. A shriek claws its way from my throat. Joyce. “Bullshit,” he growls, his chest heaving, his claws beginning to emerge from his fingertips. “Evelyn Walsh is my WIFE!” Joyce charges into the crowd, heading straight for Victor. The r

Emma looked at Gwen with contempt. Gwen looked Emma straight in the eye, "I don't know if we Jones women can seduce men, but you, as the wife of the Evans family, you attempted to kill your son's wife at the villa. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that you, who have always been a lady, could be so despicable."

Her husband looked increasingly angry to see that the password was not false and Eve was able to get into her accout’s application. “You are indeed a fraud. I should have trusted Shirley, who has been my friend for a long time, more than a cheap woman from the outskirts of the market like you," “Dude, please believe me!” Eve seemed to beg by falling down and hugging one of her husband's legs. “I will divorce you immediately. I've already met a lot of women like you out there, A Gold Digger!” said Eve's husband as he forcibly pulled his cell phone which was in Eve's hand, then left the crying woman who seemed to be sitting limp on the floor.

His sisters would ring up her phone again and again and again, accusing her of changing their brother into a worse version of himself. Everything was always her fault, according to her soon to be ex-husband and his family. It had never occurred to him that his wife was worth fighting for, that she was not the woman he had married because his horrible family had tortured her until she turned into a shell of herself. And instead of finding out what had made his wife change so much, he’d gone out and cheated on her. Flora asked Eva for a pen, and quickly signed her signature in the places she was supposed to in the document.

I cleared my throat and smiled. “Nothing much. I heard that she is your ex-wife who looks exactly like me. Given how your sister reacted, you might have a past issue with her. Would that be a problem for the both of us?” It would certainly be a problem for me, but I had to hide it. I wouldn’t be able to get my revenge if I were not close to him and his family. I wouldn’t know who was driving the car that night. “My wife, Jane Moore had been reported dead for two years now…”