Husband Revenge Novels & Stories

That was enough for today. I got into my car and looked at myself in the mirror. For years, I had looked at my reflection and searched for everything that was wrong with me. Today, I saw something different. A woman who had another chance. A woman who knew exactly what was coming. A woman who wasn't going to stand still and let history repeat itself. I smiled faintly. "You're going to regret everything, Matteo." Then I drove home. I will have my revenge. I will become stronger, healthier, more confident, and completely impossible for Matteo to control. I will make him watch me build a life he could never touch.

I reminded him, and he ran his fingers through his hair briefly. “And how can you still call yourself my husband after what you did to me? I guess you got this gut because I didn't send your ass to jail for doing that,” He took a deep breath, holding my shoulders, and disgust coursed through my body as my skin tingled with disgust. “Are we seriously talking about this, Olivia?” He asked breathlessly, frustration evident in his face. “Not now, please. Not today,”

But whatever he was doing was still explanatory as whatever she did with his family was worse than this, but still it was prominent that he had hurt her and that was a heavy burden for him to carry on his heart. The internal struggle for Asher to seek revenge and confronting his emotions was a clear symbol of the complexity he was facing at the moment. His internal confusion and feelings shows how strong and deep their connection was. Apparently, during which Asher went through an emotional roller coaster and had to make the decision of his life, he had to make that choice between how he is feeling about her wife at the moment or to focus on his revenge for whatever she did in the past.

Tears of anger glistened in her eyes while her face reddened with the hue of pain. Even if she was treacherous and scheming, she never dared to upset Karson. She always acted as a dutiful and respectful wife. And yet, what did he give her? Ruby's skin scorched under the impact of Kyle's lingering, mocking gaze. She had seen him laughing at them when Karson was humiliating them both. Ruby would've let it go if it wasn't for the fact that her husband insulted her in front of his first wife's son. With a need of revenge twirling in her chest like a tornado growing stronger every passing second, she turned to Kevin.

I didn’t owe him an answer. I got dressed and glanced down at his underwear on the floor. God, just yesterday that tiny little thing wrapping him up… wow. My mind immediately cooked up a crazy idea. “Hey… what brand are these?” I asked, picking them up. He smirked. “Oh? You still care? Planning to buy a pair for your husband?” “Bingo,” I winked. “You’re serious?” His pupils went wide. Absolutely serious. Revenge time. My husband used to shower me with expensive bags after he cheated—gifts for his guilt. I could basically count his affairs by the bags in my closet. Pathetic, right? I know. I was pathetic.

Once inside, Natasha’s fingers flew over the keyboard like a skilled pianist, the rapid tapping creating a rhythm in the otherwise quiet room. “Are you seeing this?” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Look at this!” I quickly leaned over her shoulder, staring at the screen, my mouth dropping open in shock. “His wife is cheating on him?” I whispered, my voice thick with surprise. The video showed Emmanuella, his wife, clearly in the act with another man in their living room. For a moment, I almost felt something resembling sympathy for Gabriel. Maybe I should just let go of my plan for revenge and move on with my life, pretending I never met him.

“It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.” Her words hit me like a brick to the chest. I blinked, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my curiosity burned brighter. “And what would you do if you were in her shoes? I mean, would you still marry the motherfucking cheating husband?” The woman smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “If it were me? I’d still marry him.” I frowned, confused. “Why would you do that? Why marry someone who betrayed you?”

Hans began, briefly bowing before continuing, "I mean, wife. Now that I've witnessed your reaction to those articles and seen you living with your best friend, Samara, in our former house, perhaps I cannot be mistaken in believing that you are indeed my wife, Xiellenna." I know, right. Seeing is believing. I felt caught red-handed, as if I were a criminal myself. But even if they knew the truth about me, nothing would change. The plan was set. My revenge was steadfast. There was no turning back. "Why don't you say something to me, wife? I promise I'll listen," he exclaimed, then made his way to one of the couches in the room, never once taking his eyes off me. I clenched my fists tightly, fo

He agreed to accept me into his family by getting one of his sons married to me. I prayed desperately it shouldn’t be Vincenzo, but Dad broke the news to me a few hours after the Bratva’s reply that my husband would be Vincenzo. The man who caused icy coldness teased over my skin and fear crawled up my throat. Out of anger, I grabbed my laptop and began to hack my way into the firewall of his new security company as a revenge. If I was going to marry him, I should at least get my revenge. Coming to think of it, he didn’t hit me or anything, but I felt the need to torture him a bit for accepting me as his wife.

The most important element in my quest for revenge. She laughs, bitter. “Not in this dress, I’m not.” I thought as much. She thought it was just a joke. 'Then take it off.' I had told her. The words leave before I think them through. Not out of lust. Out of fury. At the thought of her wearing what they gave her. Wrapping her in silk that smelled like Grandmother’s poison. To me, it felt like mockery. How could they give my wife something that isn't worthy of the wife of Damien Lancaster to wear? I tell her we’ll burn it. That she’ll only wear what I give her from now on.