His Vengeful Ex-wife Novel 소설 & 이야기

But then Amaya appeared like a nightmare in high heels, dragging reality behind her like a net. And suddenly I remembered exactly who Damien Vaughn was — or who he had been to me. The ex-husband who had broken me in ways I still hadn’t fully recovered from. The man I’d said goodbye to so many times, only to be pulled back into his orbit again. The person I had promised myself I would never let close enough to hurt me again. Yet here we were. Again. I sat upright in bed, leaning against the headboard, a book open on my lap. I’d been staring at the same page for fifteen minutes. The words kept slipping out of focus, tumbling into a blur of letters my mind refused to hold.

This time with logic rather than hatred. “And when this is over, what do we do?” “Oh my darling husband,” she purred. “We disappear wealthy and rich.” I reconnected the flash drive in my hotel room later that evening. Chloe was not lying. Selene had a remarkable project underway. Too ideal. It's way too good It would therefore not withstand even one crack. Just one. I was going to investigate and bring down that stupid ex wife of mine. On my laptop I created a new file and gave it the bolded title:. “Fallen Crown

“You seem to be mistaken. This is a date, and you’re interrupting our evening.” Henry’s eyes narrowed at Flora, clearly thrown by the sight of them together. “You’re my wife, and you’re dining with another man?” “Ex-wife,” Damien supplied cooly once more. There was something dangerous in his voice now, like a sharpened knife. He rose to his full height, his imposing stature casting a long shadow over the table. Flora arched her brow at Henry, irritation building in her at her ex-husband’s accusatory tone. “I’m free to dine with whoever I choose to. We’re divorced.” Her eyes darted to the grand doors of the establishment. “Are you stalking me Henry? Seriously?”

She was staring out the window, a faraway look on her face. “Naturally, I'd be happy for her". I continued. “I never really forgot her, but I moved on as best as I could. I never even knew where she was, though I saw her father in the news every now and then. If where I'd met her again wasn't a bar, and her eyes weren't bulging and blood red, I'd bear no ill will toward her ex-husband. She found happiness, and it would have been enough for me. But that's not the case. I met her broken. He broke her. He has to pay". I glanced at Charlotte sleeping very peacefully in the passenger seat. I could not imagine what would make someone hurt Charlotte. Unless he was twisted as fuck. And twisted as fu

Scarlet said quietly, interrupting. “Wait, what?” “She shot herself. In the leg. During an argument with him. He called the cops.” Scarlet’s voice was flat, almost detached. “That’s how it all came out.” Amanda took the remote and turned the TV up. The screen flickered from commercials to breaking news. “...Seraphina Vance, socialite and heiress, was taken into custody earlier this evening for the suspected murder of Dr. Jude Reed and her sister, Katherina Vance. Authorities say new forensic evidence links her to both crimes...”

“Novels. They keep me calm.” “I thought I keep you calm,” Tessa interjected. Vee looked up at her. “You still do. I would’ve gone insane if you weren’t here.” Tessa blushed while Raymond rolled his eyes and shut them. “What’s the novel about?” “Revenge shit,” Vee replied. “She was betrayed on her wedding day. Lost her child and almost got killed. She miraculously survived and plotted against her cheating husband and his devious in-laws. She made sick moves. Took everything from them, drove him mad, and made him feel every single pain she’d suffered, tenfold.”

“So… Vanessa is coming back?” My entire body froze. Vanessa? My breath caught in my throat. Of course I knew that name. How could I not? Vanessa was one of our classmates back in college. She was James’ ex-girlfriend, infact the woman he wanted to spend his life with. His first love. His everything . But she was woman who left him and traveled abroad, leaving him broken. Why were they talking about her now, is she really back? “She’s coming back today,I heard ,” James said calmly.

Nothing about my life had been simple since I died and came back as someone else. But I was still here. Still fighting. Still moving toward the moment when I would reclaim my son and make my murderers pay. Marcus Vaughn could threaten all he wanted. Lucas could plan his wedding. Alice could plot her revenge. I had already died once. I was not afraid anymore. I was only determined. And that made me more dangerous than any of them realized.

He nodded toward the bag. Isla looked at him. "Are you taking my sandwich." He didn't reply, he just took two steps and grabbed the paper bag on her desk. Before she could say anything,he dumped it in the waste bin. "Do you have any complaints, Ms. Mercer" he asked. "No, Mr Blackwell." "It looked like it." He pressed and Isla shook his head. "Didn't think so." He said slamming her door behind him, he made his exit known. A million thoughts were running through her mind, all of them were ways to kill a man who happened to be her boss and ex-husband, on PAPER.

"Right. Well, this novelty has his attention. What's the next move? He's not just going to call you up for a date." "No," I agreed, watching the city lights blur past the window. "He'll investigate. He'll have his people tear my identity apart. And they'll find exactly what we've built for them. Aria Vance, independent art consultant, recently returned from a successful stint in Europe, parents deceased, no entanglements, impeccably curated, and just mysterious enough to be interesting." "And then?" "And then we wait. He'll come to me. A man like him can't stand an unsolved puzzle."