Ex Husbands Revenge Novels & Stories

"Oh, the older woman is going to get far worse treatment for her deception. But Inés comes first. She's the priority. Carmen can wait her turn." He finally set his phone down on the table, screen up, the current photo showing Inés in that damning red wig and mask. "The beauty of this plan is that I get to be the supportive, devastated husband throughout the entire scandal. I get to stand by her side, tell the media we're working through this together, that I love my wife despite her past mistakes. I get to play the noble, forgiving spouse while she suffers the consequences of her lies." "Your world is so fucking complicated," the scarred man said, shaking his head. "Why not just divorce her

When he came back to her, he had an envelope in his hand and handed it to her. “What is this?” Aria asked as she stared at the envelope. “A marriage contract,” he told her, “I need you to get married to me and be my wife and then I'll help you get revenge against your ex-husband. That way we both get what we want.” Aria's gaze was fixated on the envelope. Contract marriage?, she questioned herself. This could be the answer she needed right now. A revenge that would put her ex-husband in the worse of all places. She wants to make him feel so miserable, just as he has made her feel.

To destroy your marriage. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought he loved me. That he wanted what was best for me. But after the board meeting, everything changed. He told me I was useless. That I'd failed him. That I was nothing but a disappointment. And then he told me his real plan. The reason he's been so obsessed with you, with Sterling Industries, with Elena. It's not about the company. It's not about inheritance. It's about revenge. He wants to destroy you the way James Sterling destroyed him. By taking away everything you love. Your wife. Your child. Your family.

Dawn crept through the curtains when I collapsed on the couch — the scent of hotel sheets still clinging to my skin. Regret pressed down on me, heavy and sour, but not strong enough to erase the memory of his hands. Fuck. I slept with my friend’s husband — my husband’s friend. There isn’t a word filthy enough for what I’ve become in the name of revenge.

Henry explained truthfully. "Join him? I'm not interested in that!" Chandler shook his head and turned him down without a moment's hesitation. All his loved ones died at the hands of the cruel Scarlet Thief, leaving him the only survivor. All these years, he spent lonesome days planning the perfect revenge, intending to avenge his family's deaths! This was the only thing keeping him alive, and now that he was yet to carry out his perfect revenge, he had no time to dally in nonsense like this!

“You here to ask what your wife looks like when she’s screaming my name?” Billy didn’t answer. He lunged. The first punch caught Luis by surprise, sending him sprawling into a wall of mirrors. The next one met resistance—Luis was stronger than he looked. The two men tangled, fists flying, grunts and curses echoing through the empty space. “You think this is about jealousy?” Billy growled, slamming Luis into a locker. “You destroyed my marriage!” Luis laughed, blood on his lips. “Your marriage was already broken, Jackson. Maybe if you weren’t such a cold bastard, she wouldn’t have needed me to make her feel alive. Face it—you bored her.”

It didn't fit his age at all. Kendrick knew the reason behind his visit, but he feigned ignorance and reminisced about the past with him. "I heard that your life's been great. Even Felix and his sister are graduating soon. He might bring a grandson back for you when he returns." Kendrick chuckled as he poured Isaac a cup of coffee. "Forget it. Felix, that unruly kid, got himself a foreign wife instead of a Merinian one. His mother was furious. "She said she was going to break his legs when he returns," Isaac sighed and said. But he looked very proud of his son, his lips bordering on a smile.

I didn't want to believe he would ever cheat on me, not with someone who left him when at his lowest. “This is not possible; there must be a mix-up somewhere,” I murmured under my breath as I rushed up the stairs. I grabbed my phone, calling my husband, Austin Nitaile. Austin and I have been happily married. It was our fourth anniversary together. I had planned so much in celebration of our anniversary when he returned from work. I wanted to celebrate uniquely, considering how he didn't show up for the last anniversary due to his business trip. Seeing such news, I couldn't wait for any more.

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

Pov; revenge. Elsie finished reviewing the final document and nodded, "it matches the prenup terms in the event of adultery. He isn't screwing you over, at least not here. Mother fucker," she whispered the last word under her breath as she pushed the paper across the kitchen table towards Lola. "I'm so sorry, love. Lola held Janka's hand over the table and sniffed, I never saw it coming. He fucked her at her wedding reception.