Ex Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

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…”

“Shouldn't you?" She had a faraway look in her eye. “What do you think I can do?" I sat back. “Take the one thing that he loves the most away from him." She was horrified. “We're not killing anybody". “I meant his business". I did not think the man loved anyone. “Who would we want to kill anyway?" “His mother" she muttered, downcast again. I noted the sentiment. “I'm sure a man like your ex-husband is not a honest business man. We'll dig out his skeletons, look for loopholes in his business and crash it all down".

It wasn't easy to talk about, but I was quite comfortable with Jamie. “No, Kiara. Tell me exactly what happened. I've been asking for minutes now.” She shrugged, a small smile pulling on her lips. “Okay, okay. I had a sex dream about my ex-husband, Nicholas. It was good at first, but he brought up this conversation of us getting back together. Then I had this revenge talk, and he said Damon was dead.” “What the hell? Dead?” Jamie said in disbelief. “Yes, Jamie. I can't help being scared. Damon hasn't reached out to me ever since the argument we had. And I don't know his whereabouts currently.”

“Wait. Let me understand this clearly. You went there for revenge. Revenge, Evelyn. Capital R. And now you’re standing nose to nose with the same man you swore to destroy.” “It was a moment,” I snapped. “A stupid moment.” She leaned closer. “Moments don’t make your voice shake like that.” I folded my arms. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “Of course I am,” she said cheerfully. “You disappear for years, come back with vengeance in your eyes, and now you’re melting because of one man’s jawline.” “It wasn’t his jawline.” “Oh?” Her brows lifted. “Then what was it? His perfect sculpted abs!"

“Revenge.” Her eyes widened. “Revenge?” she repeated softly. I nodded. “Mhm. I could help you get revenge on your ex-husband for everything he did to you.” She just stared at me silently for a long time. Then she looked away, her voice trembling as she spoke. “No,” she said. “I don’t want that. I don’t want anything to do with him. I don’t want revenge. I just want to move on from this.”

“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.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

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.