Romans & histoires Ex Husbands Revenge

Aaron tried walking along, and ignoring the voice, but Raina’s feet seemed pressed to the floor. “What happened?” Aaron asked, but Kai was already standing right in front of them, with his hands around Jamie’s waist. Jamie had a huge smile plastered on her face. “We meet again, Raina Ashborne…” she clicked her tongue and tapped her forehead. “I mean, Raina Weston.” “Who is he?” Aaron asked, frowning. Kai took a step forward, speaking for himself. “I’m Kai, Raina’s ex husband.” Aaron perked an eyebrow, leaving Kai’s hand hanging in the air. “I’m sure I’m not interested in knowing you,” Aaron said in a deadly tone. Raina was barely in the hall with them. The only thing in her head was Kai and

He stood up abruptly, his jaw clenched, and walked towards me. “I'm perfectly capable of deciding what I call you, Mr. Ricci.” I held his gaze as he stopped in front of me. “I think we are done here.” “No, we need to talk.” “We don't need to do anything, Mr. Ricci.” He let out a frustrated breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I told you to stop calling me that.” “And I told you I would call you whatever I want.” I glared at him. His eyes narrowed. “So you are married?”

Hans began, briefly bowing before continuing, "I mean, wife. Now that I've witnessed your reaction to those articles and seen you living with your best friend, Samara, in our former house, perhaps I cannot be mistaken in believing that you are indeed my wife, Xiellenna." I know, right. Seeing is believing. I felt caught red-handed, as if I were a criminal myself. But even if they knew the truth about me, nothing would change. The plan was set. My revenge was steadfast. There was no turning back. "Why don't you say something to me, wife? I promise I'll listen," he exclaimed, then made his way to one of the couches in the room, never once taking his eyes off me. I clenched my fists tightly, fo

“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."

Why will he do that to me , I knew that we just got married to get back at somehow but dumping me here all alone wasn’t the plan . As I walked okay of the company all that I could see was pictures of my ex husband standing all over the place . What was he trying to do because for the longest that I could remeber , he didn’t have his pictures here . I hated it . The moment I got my office , I saw Tristan already sitting by the deck of my office . It wad the familiar stare he gave me when he wanted to do something stupid that I met Right now, what does he want ?

Shame flooded through me, wave after wave, dragging me under, leaving me grasping for something—anything—to hold on to, only to be pulled deeper into the realization of just how thoroughly I had been betrayed. “You are my wife,” he said firmly, as if that settled anything. “You always will be. I’ve never once thought about divorcing you. What I have with them—” he gestured vaguely, almost dismissively “—it’s just… fun.” I stared at him. Actually stared. Because for a moment, I genuinely didn’t recognize the man standing in front of me. “You don’t even think you did anything wrong, do you?” My voice dropped, quieter now, but colder. “Fun? That’s your explanation? And you expect me to accept t

“You can't do this to me. Not after everything we have been through together.” I looked up at him. At the man I had once loved. The man whom I had given my all to and he had betrayed me in return. Isabella stood up now. “Ahtisa, you’re overreacting. If Adrian had done something wrong. You shouldn't be acting this irrational. He's your husband and moreover you know nothing about handling a company.” "No one asked for an outsider's opinion." I turned coldly at her and she stopped talking. “I’m not done,” I stood slowly. “I will also be filing for divorce.”

"Grandma, please, you have to separate them, don't let Habbab marry that woman, I can't stand it. He loves her." "Enise, don't be ridiculous, that marriage is simply a show, a lie, a ruse. It's already spoken, the judge is an actor, nothing will be legal, and I'm tired of saying it, and tired of your whining." I'm beginning to think that nurturing the infatuation between Enise and Habbab has had its consequences. Every step of the way has been perfectly signposted, from the moment that child was born. I knew I ran the risk of losing him, of him falling in love and wanting to start his own family, his own home, to get on with his life and forget about our revenge. To avoid that, I decided tha

A N*****x drama played in the background, but my mind was far from the screen. As much as I enjoyed these small moments of victory, a storm brewed within me. Memories of my ex-husband and cousin sister flooded back—the two snakes who orchestrated my downfall. I hadn’t forgotten their betrayal, nor had I forgiven it. They were living lavishly off my stolen wealth, blissfully unaware that the reckoning I had planned for them would strip them of everything.

Vivian was Adrian's infamous first love—the woman who had supposedly betrayed him, broken his heart, and abandoned him years ago because he was too poor for her. "How... how can you do this to me?" I wept, forcing the words out through the suffocating tightness in my chest. "Adrian... you are my husband." "Even now, on her deathbed, she still has the nerve to call my husband hers," Vivian sneered, rolling her eyes. "You are truly pathetic, Elena." "Don't stress yourself, my love," Adrian purred, leaning down to tenderly kiss Vivian's temple before rubbing her belly. "You shouldn't waste your energy talking to a rotting corpse."