Novel & Cerita Ex Wife Revenge

he smirked. Her gaze snapped to him, her tears forgotten in her rage. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?!”she spat. He shrugged, his tone annoyingly calm. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.” Her eyes widened in shock as he strode over to the dresser, pulled out a folder, and tossed it at her feet. “Divorce papers,” he said coldly. “Sign them, and let's be done with this farce.” Raina’s knees buckled, her world crumbling as she looked up at him, he was barely anything like the man she fell in love with. Kai...you don’t mean this. Please, we can—”

Xavier ordered him. Like a robot on remote control, Duncan took his hand away from the cheek. I could see the four imprints of Xavier's finger boldly revealing itselves. I was still gloating inwardly about the sweet revenge when Xavier held my cheek and examined it. He compared it to Duncan's own by looking back and forth between the two of us. "It looks like the score of you slapping a woman has been settled." My husband said to my ex. "Now, let's talk about whatever gave you the audacity to not just disrespect my wife but also slap her." He sneered

"It's her. I know it's her. And she's here to destroy us." I pulled away. "You're being paranoid." "I'm not! Listen to me!" She was almost screaming now. "You have to fire her. Get her out of the building. Away from us. She's dangerous!" "She's a consultant doing her job." "She's your ex-wife plotting revenge!" "Vivian, Dr. Vale looks nothing like Isla. Isla was plain. Dr. Vale is…" "What? Beautiful? Confident? Everything your first wife wasn't?" Vivian's voice turned vicious. "People can change, Jaxon. Especially when they have three years and a fortune to do it."

“Tool for revenge? Against who?” He chuckled. "You think I just stay indoors for nothing? Or you think I don't let the press access me because of nothing? Of course, I miss my past famous life but I'm staying low-key even though some paparazzi capture me and some managed to expose my wedding with you,”. "Why then?” I asked, adjusting myself on the couch to lean closer. “I want to get revenge on my ex-wife.”. "You have an ex-wife?” I asked, shocked. "Yes. She's the reason I'm crippled.”.

the meeting. Marvis styles knocked on the door and walked in, pulling out a chair for himself. "Dominic, Smith and his crew left with long faces. Looks like they didn't get a single advantage from you. I told you, the cold-blooded reaper never loses. Not even to those old dogs, and he shows no mercy to women either." Dominic caught the implication in Marvis styles's words and raised an eyebrow. "Those who used to talk nonsense in front of me are now six feet under." Marvis clicked his tongue. "Dominic, I don't admire anyone, but I respect your ruthless decisiveness. Vivian Carter may not be the best, but she’s been with you for three years. The moment she gets into trouble, you seem to be k

A N*****x drama played in the background, but my mind was far from the screen. As much as I enjoyed these small moments of victory, a storm brewed within me. Memories of my ex-husband and cousin sister flooded back—the two snakes who orchestrated my downfall. I hadn’t forgotten their betrayal, nor had I forgiven it. They were living lavishly off my stolen wealth, blissfully unaware that the reckoning I had planned for them would strip them of everything.

I was just being manipulated and played like an instrument. “There’s no such thing,” he said in his firm voice. “Stop twisting things, Valarie. We are not getting back together, not now and not ever.” “Oh, I’m twisting things?” she scoffed, stepping closer to him. “You mean to tell me that after everything, you’re really choosing this?” She gestured toward me with a sneer. “A child? Over your wife?” His eyes flashed with fury. “Ex-wife,” he snapped. She let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, come on, River. You think some paperwork changes what we had? I was there before all of this. Before your precious reputation, before your polished lectures, before your stupid, reckless decisions.” Her eyes darke

‘Ex-wife of billionaire, Danielle Foster Harrington, dies after a brutal car crash. Nobody knew that I’d survived. Today wasn’t merely a meeting. It was my first presence in the world after four years of secretly working and planning my revenge behind closed doors. I hadn’t forgotten about Elijah or the pain and suffering he’d made me go through. I’d taken four years of my life to plot my revenge. And now? I was back. Harringtons Corp., the very edifice of his power, was my target. It was a takeover, not a partnership, as I’d made them believe.

But deep inside, I knew that the purpose of this press conference was to discredit him and ruin his reputation. "Is it true, Ms. Camilla, that Lester is your ex-husband?" a voice from the back of the room called out. I felt a cold wave of dread wash over me. A part of me had hoped to avoid this, to keep this part of my past buried. But it seemed like this was my only way to serve my revenge successfully. Kalel, sensing my discomfort, squeezed my hand again. "Yes, it's true. Lester is my ex-husband."

“We may have only recently divorced, but I know him a lot better than most people. I do. I know every dirty secret, every trick up his sleeve, and I can tell you for a fact that he is capable of anything. He’s unscrupulous.” I watched as Miller’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do you really think I’d approach you so confidently if I didn’t have absolute certainty that my ex-husband is a greedy and cunning bastard?” I added. A chuckle escaped the Colonel’s lips. “Well, I must say, I never thought I’d find myself caught in the midst of a scorned ex-wife’s plot for revenge,” he remarked. I scoffed lightly. “What else would you expect from a woman whose husband cheated on her with her own sister, and had t