His Vengeful Ex-wife Novel Novels & Stories

As he turned and walked toward the door, his black coat billowing behind him like a cape, I felt a strange, dark thrill. The Ex-Wife was dead. Long live the Vengeance.

Chapter 34 Sophie Clarke ••• Alex would be so dead once Amanda gets here. He had crossed a line. Now there was no reason for her to give him a little respect. A few years ago, he was my husband, and that was why she couldn’t intervene or say anything to him. Now, he was my ex-husband, who wouldn’t respect my boundaries. I tried calling her again but she didn’t take my calls. “Oh, God! Amanda.” And she wasn’t kidding about coming the next day, if it wasn’t late, Amanda would have been at the airport.

His tactic to distract himself by working on files failed after spending hours in front of his computer without inputting anything. Since the event that happened two days ago, the return of his ex-wife has constantly tugged at him, a reminder of his disloyalty in the past. Five years ago when she suddenly disappeared, he tried hard to forget about her. But still seeing the face of Arielle, her twin sister almost every day overwhelmed him with the guilt that he caused her to vanish all of a sudden. The office door suddenly burst open, and Arietta walked inside the next second. With a sleeveless black dress that stopped a few inches below her bum, she dumped her purse on the nearby couch and s

I said, my voice quiet, smooth, and completely steady. ​Isabella blinked, taking a small step back. "What?" ​"You think you are the first person to try this game?" I asked, my voice dropping into a low, private whisper that echoed off the white walls. "I know exactly who you are, Isabella. I know how you played the victim when I saved you, I know how you wormed your way into my home, and I know how you used your body to get close to my husband. You think that child in your womb is going to secure your future. You think you are going to become the next Mrs. Vale and live a life of luxury."

Dominic roared, his desperate fury exploding from the depths of his chest. Vivienne's ex-husband had no idea that the business paralysis now leaving him overwhelmed and suffering massive daily losses was not an ordinary business attack by the Vance clan. It was merely the first bait, carefully laid by the plump fingers of the ex-wife he had once neglected throughout their marriage.

She inquired, her grip still firm around my waist. “How many times have I told you I don't like it when you hug me from behind? It comes with so many memories!” I sneered. “Ha!” she gasped with her mouth open; this time, she stood firm in front of me, staring into my eyes. “What memories?” She further asked, her voice shaking. “Memories of her that you can't forget? You said your marriage was unbearable! You said she makes every single hour of your marriage miserable! You said I am way better than her! What f******g memories are talking about!” tears filled up in her eyes. “You know what, I am not having this conversation with you.” I removed my suit jacket and turned to leave the room when

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.

Vespera agreed. She glanced one last time at the black book sitting on the table. Savage Reborn. She reached out and turned off the lamp. The library plunged into darkness, save for the city lights dancing on the walls. Vespera Thorne—Mother, CEO, Wife, Savage—took her husband's hand and walked out of the library, out of the story, and into the quiet, unwritten peace of forever. The door clicked shut.

But it felt heavy in her hands, weighted down with memories she’d rather forget. “Are you Sophia Chen?” The voice made her jump. She turned to find a woman standing in the doorway – tall, blonde, dressed in a tailored suit that looked like it had come from Cross Industries’ corporate wardrobe. She held a leather folder in her hand and wore a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m Victoria Hayes,” the woman said, stepping into the room without being invited. “I’m Mr. Cross’s new general counsel. He sent me to make sure you’re adhering to the terms of the divorce agreement.”

“Alias is a spoiled little brat who thrives on control. He likes to think he owns everything, including you. The moment he sees you with me? He’ll realize he’s lost.” I gaped at him, completely at a loss for words. This had to be a joke. “You’re insane.” He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent shivers down my spine. “I’ve been called worse.” “I don’t even know you,” I snapped, my voice rising. “And you think I’m just going to… marry you? For revenge?!” He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. “Think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement. I get to annoy my nephew, and you get to show him you’re better off without him.”