Novel & Cerita Ex Husbands Revenge

This is how Don Austin William's second wife really looks. Jane Oliver, the ex-wife of Don Austin William who chose to give in to her husband and Calysta's affair. Who is increasingly shining with her steps as one of the pillars of SEO. Don Austin William enlists the help of his ex-wife to boost sales. Evidence of the covered-up affair begins to emerge. Is this karma? And many more similar news with photos scattered wherever the accounts exposed the news.

“My revenge on Marcus is only getting started. He humiliated me in front of the world. I will watch him fall from the height he thought he deserved, and I will do it standing beside the man he could never become.” She didn't care if she was going to be married to a man who was ten times older than her, he did this to her. He made her this cold. The world watched her fall. Now they will watch her rise as Mrs. Damien Voss. It was only a matter of time before he got used to the fact that she was getting married to his dearest daddy.

Sabrina whispered, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, “you don’t know the pain I went through in that marriage and I bet you can't feel it because dad never made you go through that, he treated like a queen in his era, he loved you but here you are supporting your son after treating a lady badly in a marriage, he didn't do things right with Aria, he's not the victim here, he deserves to be treated worse than this!” Her voice shook as memories clawed their way back. “God saved me,” she said hoarsely. “I left before it became physical, I left my EX-HUSBAND before he started hitting me.” Her chest rose sharply as she tried to steady herself. “So yes,” she continued, voice stronger now,

Her words come out as a whimper, like she's the victim here. "I don't need an explanation. I think I'm smart enough to figure it out." My voice is hard enough to cut glass, but inside, my heart is shattering. It's not bad enough that my husband had sex with another woman in our bed on our first anniversary, but now, I've lost my best friend too. Trying to hold myself together, I turn back to Kyle, who can't look me in the eye. "How long has this been going on?" "Does it matter?" he asks weakly, but that's all the answer I need. This wasn't the first time.

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

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…”

“She can't even be civil, after spreading her fucking legs for my husband and snatching him away?" “Ex-husband". Jenn corrected. “I don't give a fuck". I snapped. “He was my husband when she took him away". Jenn said nothing. “Charlotte", Jameson said quietly, “Are you all right?" He was focused on the road. I sagged in my seat. “I'm just pissed". I mumbled. “And distracting him". Jenn scolded. “He's driving, you know". She gave me a look when I looked at her.

I looked towards that direction, flushing when I saw my uncle there, with a look of disgust on his face. “Lyssandra! How dare you? You're a married woman!” He shook his head at me. “I am ashamed to be your uncle.” Erden’s growl had Nathan backing away, almost into the wall. Nathan was trembling with pain, but his eyes were wide with anger. “You’re still only his little whore, aren't you? After sleeping with him on your wedding night, I guess there was no way you would ever stop, eh?” There was so much venom in my chest, so much anger rattling around in there that I was almost unaware of walking up to my uncle.

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.

“I’m not done. He’s paying you what? A hundred million? I’m just saying, you can ask him to double it. Milk him for what he’s got. That is a lot of money, Iris.” “I’m not marrying my daughter’s father, Megan. And to think it’s all just for what? Revenge? This is a marriage we’re talking about. Marriage to my ex-husband’s ‘brother’. I want nothing to do with that family.” I told Maverick that I was going to think about it, which I had been doing in the last three days since I got back, weighing the pros and the cons. Because as much as I wanted revenge, I couldn't go on with that plan at the expense of my family. My daughter.