Husband Revenge Novels & Stories

I heard the familiar voice and my eyes snapped open instantly and head jerked aside to confirm who it was. My vision blurred with tears as I saw my husband standing at the doorway, in all his glory. My core throbbed at the sight of him. The handsome him. He came for me. Suddenly I saw a figure approaching him from behind and grabbed Abram's neck and tightened his old. "Abram--" I screamed. As if sudden energy passed in Abram, he twisted himself and pinned that old man who was going to rape me few minutes ago. Abram punched and punched him again. He holds no power against my husband. Abram beats him to the pulp and his bloodied sight, gives me a sudden peace.

She nodded but as she walked off, I added, “As a matter of fact, bring the entire bottle.” I looked away and called Billy but there was still no answer, neither did his wife pick up the phone. Then I recalled how Elley, Pete’s wife, was staring at me that evening and I smirked, If I get with his wife, that would be the best revenge, wouldn’t it? I laughed and excited collected the glass from the maid, and sipped a drink while I rubbed my hands together like birdman and got to work. I texted and called and the second time was the charm because she answered on the second ring.

“I think this is a perfect retribution to a family who tried to destroy yours. “I'll proudly stand beside you to tear this house down.” She saw the smile edge on his lips before a wife one took over his entire face. “What?” “I don't think it's possible after all we've done in the past eight hours, but your words make me horny again.” She slapped his chest, as he laughed and pulled her in for a hug. “I'm glad you came to find Laila, last week in the restaurant. I don't know where this is going but at the very least, I am glad for both our sake, we both get to feel justice for the shit we've been through.”

He grinned darkly. “Who are you guys?” I asked, flinching, my voice trembling. “Your husband didn’t give you an orientation? Oh, wait—he’s dead. Didn’t you kill him?” “I didn’t kill him…” I whispered. “Well… he’s dead,” the man replied. “Your husband owed me a lot of money, and I need my money. His family said you’ll be taking responsibility. That’s why I decided to pay you a visit. When am I getting my money?” He yelled, and I took a deep breath, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

"Oh, the older woman is going to get far worse treatment for her deception. But Inés comes first. She's the priority. Carmen can wait her turn." He finally set his phone down on the table, screen up, the current photo showing Inés in that damning red wig and mask. "The beauty of this plan is that I get to be the supportive, devastated husband throughout the entire scandal. I get to stand by her side, tell the media we're working through this together, that I love my wife despite her past mistakes. I get to play the noble, forgiving spouse while she suffers the consequences of her lies." "Your world is so fucking complicated," the scarred man said, shaking his head. "Why not just divorce her

Kaevan suddenly stood, his chair scraping with a loud sound. "Because I didn't want you to see me like this!" he shouted, his voice louder than usual—a rare loss of control. "I didn't want you to know that I was a failed husband. That I pushed my wife into another man's arms. That I'm responsible for her death!" Silence hung in the room—tense, suffocating. Mrs. Helen slowly backed away, giving privacy—but Serena knew she must still be listening from behind the door. Serena stood too, facing Kaevan who now stood with labored breathing—as if admitting all this drained all his energy.

she said in awe. She had only seen chandeliers like that in movies before, but now she was seeing one in person. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? My husband designed this house himself, so it’s very special to me,” the old woman said softly while looking around, as if reminiscing about memories from the past. “Wow… why are you alone here? Where is he?” Suzy asked. She immediately felt bad when the old woman’s expression turned sad. “My husband passed away years ago,” she replied gently.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

A bone-piercing pain came from the back of my hand and I screamed. "What is the matter with you, Madam?" came the voice of the maid's inquiry outside the door. "Do you really think death is the best revenge?" I put the bottle of poison carefully on the table and turned to look at him. "You hate him for killing the woman you love, and I hate his ruthlessness. The best revenge for him shouldn't be his death, but his wife's death. We should let him watch Sibyl die in front of his eyes." "Not only is Sibyl not dead, she's having a baby. How long can you stay in the harem?" The man said sarcastically.

I just made him taste my fist to shut him up. “Sir, that’s enough!” The maids quickly stopped the two of us before Lucas could even hit me back. “Let go of me!” He didn’t bother to wipe the blood beside his lips as he stepped forward towards me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Lucas. As far as I know, you are just a friend and I am his husband! So, I will be the one to take care of him, not you!” I slapped it right through his face, which probably awakened the sleeping monster inside him.