His Vengeful Ex-wife Novel Novels & Stories

It was a death trap. He had planned this from the very beginning. Every tear had been calculated. Every sob, rehearsed—every loving word, a lie. My body had been nothing but a vessel to heal the woman he truly loved. And my death would be the final gift to fund their happily-ever-after. But they had made one fatal mistake. They had let me live long enough to uncover their web of lies. And now? Now I was done being the victim. They would pay for every drop of blood, every stolen breath, every shattered dream. I would make sure of it.

He remembered how she tenderly wiped his sweat and whispered, "It's alright. The nightmares are over—I'll always be here for you." But now, she was his ex-wife, doting on everyone else but him. And to make things worse, he had no right to be jealous because they were divorced!

“You don’t mind if I borrow my husband for a bit, do you, Valentina?” Oh, now you remember he’s your husband. Funny. Davina’s presence disgusted me to my very core. The fact that she could just waltz into our space acting like she’s some model wife, like she is not breaking every marital law. Yet, again, she is his wife, even though he doesn’t know the truth. “ Valentina ?” She made my name sound like an insult. I said nothing. My lips were too busy pressed into a line, as I held back an army of curses, ready to spray.

The dried blood on his cuff sat in my peripheral vision like a quiet threat. “You’re setting rules,” he said. “Yes.” “After you kissed me first. After you came on my tongue and begged me not to stop.” Heat slammed into my face. I held his stare anyway. “That happened in private. It stays in private. At work I am Miss Harper, I deliver files, and I go home. If you can’t live with that, move my desk back.” For a moment the only sound was the machine cooling down. Damien’s expression didn’t change, but something darker gathered behind his eyes, not just want. Possession mixed with the same cold focus I imagined he wore when whatever stained his cuff had happened.

The glass doors of Ashbourne Empire headquarters swung open with a force that made the receptionist jump. Scarlett Monroe Ashbourne stormed inside like a woman carrying a personal hurricane. Her heels struck the marble floors in sharp, decisive rhythms. Her expression was cold fury, lips pressed tight, eyes blazing with purpose. Employees barely looked up anymore - this had become familiar territory. The ex-wife and the CEO. Fire and gasoline. Another war. Or so they thought. “She’s here again,” someone whispered.

“Miss Veyn, can you confirm the allegations that you accused Mr. Cade of stealing your prototype design for the Sentinel series?” Before I can speak, Cade’s hand slides under the table and pinches my arm hard. My head turns slowly toward him. His eyes are pleading with me to not ruin him. I nod and smile at him, then I stand, because ruining him is exactly what I plan on doing. The room quiets down almost instantly. “Yes,” I agree. “I accused him, and I was right to.” I think Cade stops breathing beside me. I wish I could see the terror on his face. It's delicious humiliating him the way he's done to me over the course of our marriage.

Hazel melts into green and blue, bright center dragging me under, pulling me into something dark and suffocating. A vision crashes hard into me. All too quick. A knife plunging into her stomach. A faceless man. Blood everywhere. Brooklyn on the floor, dying, whispering through broken breaths: “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want in return.” My chest clenches violently. I can’t breathe. The world tilts. Was she… Was she also killed the same night I died?

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Even though her heart was racing too fast, she knew there was no backing out from this anymore. “Things went from amazing to worse. I had nowhere to go—no friends or family to run to. My foolish self had shared a joint account with my ex-husband and put all of my money since we became couples into the account. It felt like the end for me. Tania was working in the house at the time. She found me and helped me out of the shabby hotel I was in. Then, I got a job at the grocery store, where I reconnected again with Xander. At first, I pushed him away, but he stayed.” She sniffed back a tear. “I promise, Venus. I didn’t try to trap him in any way. He wanted to stay.” She sobbed.

“You missed something.” I took the folder from his hands with hesitation, my fingers brushing his by accident. The air between us sparked briefly, then turned sharp again. He pointed to a line halfway through. I read it. Twice. The spouse will fulfill all expectations—public, personal, and physical—as deemed appropriate by Mr. Vale. My blood ran cold. “This wasn’t here before.” I hissed my hands shaking. “It was,” he replied. “I didn’t see it.” “You didn’t look hard enough.”