Loving Wife Revenge Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nathaniel Dave yelled. "I didn't have a conversation with Joseph Brown this morning, " Isabel said but her husband believed she was only lieing. A woman that made her sister lost her legs, a woman that got pregnant for another man while still in a marriage with him, a woman that tried to kill him...he wouldn't be less surprised that whatever comes out of the woman's mouth would only be filled with lies and deceit.

He didn’t even bother to move away from her. “Cams,” Isabella said softly while pretending to be surprised. I couldn’t find the words to confront her. My throat was tight and my voice strangled by the betrayal that suffocated me. All I could do was stare at Gabriel and it was enough to break my heart into a million pieces. “How long?” I finally managed to choke out the question in a trembling voice. “Since when have you fucked my husband, Isa?” I demanded to know and she flinched at my inquiry.

I tried asking the reason behind this, he only smiled before saying that it might be the last time I see him. "And truth to be told it was the last time I saw or heard from him again, after three years when I finally left the United States and came back, I was told that he was dead, murdered by his rival, although I was angry and wanted revenge, there was nothing I could do about it, I continued to work for the organization, taking missions and others, and did not reveal my identity as his wife as promised, I even hid you from them, that's the reason we move from a state to another in the united kingdom after every two years, it was because I didn't want them to know anything about you, but

I said coldly, “you start to think everyone around you is just as rotten as you are.” He laughed. “As I said, from the very first moment I saw you, I saw it. There’s nothing worse than a vindictive woman. And that’s what you are. That’s what you became.” His gaze darkened. “And for ten years, it was fine… until you decided to kill my son.” I blinked once. “Excuse me?” I said slowly. “Kill your son?” My voice dropped, sharp and controlled. “Your son shot my husband, which later led to him being shot. I didn’t fire the shot. I didn’t invite him to the wedding. And I didn’t tell him to shoot anyone.”

She had probably thought that 10 years of marriage would at least keep me from being too ruthless. So, she had begun a series of clumsy performances. She had deliberately come to the entrance of my apartment building and, under the watchful eyes of security guards and neighbors, had dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She had cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were."

She rolled her eyes, "Sign the papers and stop being so pathetic. I'm sure any of those men you so eagerly jumped into their beds would be willing to make you their mistress." My whole life and four years of marriage to a man I thought was my knight in shining armor was slipping away from me in the blink of an eye. I rushed forward and dropped to my knees in front of my husband, "Don't do this to me, Victor ," I sobbed, "I love you so much. What about all our plans? The trip to Africa? The three kids and a dog you said we'd have." "How can the mother of my kids be a whore?" He said coldly, "And anyway, in about eight months, Laura will give me the child that you were too worthless to give me

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.

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 want to get out of here and you will help me out.” “I’ll help you out? Why exactly should I do that?” He arched a brow, pursing his lips. “Because I’m your wife, Julian.” She responded with indignation. “You don’t hate me that much to see me suffer like this right?” She asked faking a tear. “Why did you do it then? Why did you try to kill Kaira if you didn’t want to suffer?” He questioned. “She was winning and I was losing.” She said bitterly, her eyes burning in hatred.