Ex Husbands Revenge Novels & Stories

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

“Let me help you get over this, and get back at those bastards that dared wrong you and destroyed your image in the industry and the country. You have the most powerful man in the country on your side. Do you know what that means?” “What?” “If I become your husband, you will be unstoppable. And the Reese family would be nothing next to your name.”

He was obviously not interested in carrying out his plans anymore, judging from what I saw earlier while walking in. ''Plans?'' I questioned, forcing my wrist out of his strong grip, ''Your ex wife is back into your life. And I know for sure that you're dropping the revenge we've been planning. So what plans are you blabbing about?'' ''Look, Valerie. It's not like that, okay? Rebecca really looks repentant of her actions. And I—'' ''Just hold it right there,'' I snarled, interrupting his sentence, ''It's none of my business if you want her back in your life and house. I really don't care anyway.''

She swiped through her phone, showing Racheal a flood of posts, memes, and gifs. “Racheal is my new hero.” “Victor, who? Team Racheal all the way.” “Evelyn looks like she’s about to explode. Iconic.” Racheal couldn’t help but snort at one particularly brutal meme that showed Evelyn with steam coming out of her ears while Racheal stood victorious with the winning bid. “Okay, I’ll admit—that’s funny.” “See?” Chloe grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re a legend, babe. The internet loves a good revenge story. They’re calling it the ultimate ‘ex-wife win.’”

Julian was extremely miffed about all this. Nikita's reply was short and curt. "Julian, to be very honest, I've always thought you were an idiot. I never liked you, and I'm glad that I can finally speak the truth right to your face now. You're the biggest idiot I've ever had the misfortune of meeting." With that, she hung up and blocked his number. Things did not end there. That afternoon, another news article popped up. [Just yesterday the CEO of Nextronics, Spencer Ford, was revealed to have been cheating on his long-term wife. As of today, he was spotted at XX Hospital, alongside his alleged mistress, Queenie Cadwell.]

She had been scheming with her real husband, pretending to belong to him while bleeding his wallet dry. The humiliation still burned. The betrayal had carved him hollow. And now, staring into the amber swirl of his drink, a cruel smile curved his lips. Lisa had become his new obsession. And this time, he wouldn't be the fool. Just then, his phone chimed on the counter. A single message lit up the screen. "Do you want to play some games with your ex-wife?" Dane's lips curved into a dangerous grin. Revenge had just found its spark. ****** Back at the mansion, silence stretched between them like a blade. The air was too thick, too heavy – choking Lisa with unspoken words until she could no long

When he stopped in front of me, his voice trembled slightly as he said, “Please, let’s talk.” I thought to myself, after all the betrayal and everything he put me through, he still has the nerve to beg for my attention. He believes I should listen as if nothing happened. My patience evaporated at the sight of him. He spoke again, more urgently this time. “We can reconcile and start over,” he insisted, reaching forward as though he intended to grab my hand. I shifted my stance, refusing to allow him even that small connection. With a steady voice, I told him, “Ex-husband, step aside.” The words left me firm and sure, drawing a boundary he could not cross. I watched realization sink into his e

"Enough of this ridiculous charade." Damien's hand touched my elbow gently, steadying me. I could feel the tension radiating from him, coiled and ready. "Step away from my wife," Adrian commanded, his eyes boring into Damien with pure hatred. "Ex-wife," I found my voice, though it trembled. "Or did you forget you threw me out on the street?" Adrian's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. He took three long strides forward, and I instinctively stepped back, my spine pressing against Damien's solid chest.

“You’re both public figures in your own way. Top shots. Powerful families. Affairs happen every day in marriages like this. I’ve seen worse. Usually, it blows over. There’s no need to rush into divorce.” I stared at him. “I lost my child because of this man,” I said softly. He paused. For a brief second, guilt flickered across his face. “I understand emotions are high,” he replied carefully. “But these situations are delicate. You go home. Talk to your husband. Work through it. Divorce is drastic.” Drastic. As if betrayal was minor. As if miscarriage was ordinary. “So they’re really afraid of him,” I said quietly, more to myself than to him.

“That’s it—ride that dick, baby. Show me how much you love this cunt being mine.” Marcus stood there, completely dumbfounded, eyes glued to the scene of his ex-wife bouncing on his father’s massive cock in the middle of the kitchen, my moans filling the air, pussy creaming visibly around the thick shaft. When he finally found the strength to move, he backed away slowly, face pale, and slipped out the side door without a word. I barely noticed, too lost in the pleasure. I leaned into Kenzo’s ear, still riding him with sloppy, desperate strokes. “We should go to the room and continue… ignoring him.”