Ex Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

Then he banged my head on the wall before turning my head so i was facing him. I didn't mutter a word throughout this action. I could only stare at his hateful face and hope he would drop dead. “You- i should've known you were a bitch, even though you were a virgin when i married you.. Something was definitely different, you became like a wild horse that couldn't be tamed..” I laughed at the anxious look on his face as he spoke. He was indeed my foolish ex-husband. Looking at him made me regret not divorcing him long ago, the fact that i settled for a bastard like him made me laugh louder than i intended but i couldn't help it. Since he fell for my lies, why not push it.

Vivianne exclaimed, and shortly after, she slammed her head on the counter, not caring if she had everyone's attention. She wanted to forget the pain... Everything. But she couldn't. As time passed, her anger continued to boil, especially when she looked at her phone and saw her wallpaper and that of her boyfriend. Wrong. Her ex-boyfriend, to be precise. After catching him earlier having sex with another woman in his condo unit, he had the audacity to break up with her. "Fuck you, Tristan. I told you I’ll exact my revenge! Just wait!"

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…”

The confident, gorgeous woman at the helm of one of the most influential finance companies in the world was a far cry from the quiet, timid Kiara I married years ago. The room erupted into applause as she wrapped up her speech, but I barely heard it. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions- anger, shock, regret. As she stepped down from the podium, I couldn't stop my gaze from following her. She walked toward the exit, head held high, as the young man trailed behind her like her husband. Has she remarried? What the fuck was happening? She was halfway down the hall, her steps echoing like thunder in my ears. The man beside her, her fucking husband, or whoever he was, didn't deserve to touch her,

Because that was how it started but that wasn’t what it became. “You got those shares back when nobody thought it was possible. You rebuilt what was already collapsing. And what did she do? She left,” Charles continued, his voice tightening. “You were married to her through an arrangement you didn't choose, and you still went through all of that for her. And she couldn't wait. She left. And now she's back for revenge, like you are the villain in her story" Something in my chest twisted, but I didn’t interrupt him because part of me had asked those same questions.

“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.