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He hit his palm on the table and everyone flinched except me. "Why don't you save the next word for yourself Gianna. That word describes you perfectly. We are eating for immortal sake. Everyone should shut up." Fabio ordered and everyone became silent. But someone was fuming with anger. Viola. "Fabio." Viola called. "She is not even a part of our family. She came from the slums." "But she is our son's wife. That means she is a part of us too." Fabio defended. "She is not. I never approved of it. I want someone better for our son. Not this wench!" she yelled, glaring at me.

She washes my back and torso, my private parts I take care of. "Because I thought he loved me, for two years, he took it upon himself to lie to me, to make me believe he was a good man, he made friends with the men in my house and they trusted me as his wife, but it was a mistake. It was all a lie, a kind of plan for his grandmother's revenge." "I'm so sorry, I really can't believe there are such cruel people in this world." "Neither can I. I loved him dearly, with all my soul. Then I woke up the morning after our marriage and he rejected me, then threw me in the square like garbage and my grandfather found out. Because of that, I got this beating."

Elle asked Asha, trying to lighten the mood. “No. I already have enough cases to read,” Asha replied dryly before smiling faintly. “But I would love to hear about whatever you are reading.” “Why not? Lately….Most of them are revenge stories, you know the kind where the husband leaves his wife for his childhood lover, then the wife comes back stronger and the husband spends the rest of the story begging for her to return. It’s honestly so satisfying to watch men crawl,” Elle said with a pleased expression.

After All we got married just because of this~ " We didn't get married because of your lust, we got married because you wanted to take an useless revenge for your lover's death who was just a whore and was cheating on you behind your back by fucking with my younger brother," She said, fueling his anger. " Don't you dare call my love a whore," he said in anger and she chuckled. " She was. She was a liar, manipulative, double face woman, who cheated on you with my brother and then cheated my brother by saying she is pregnant with his baby but the reality was that she was fucking with someone else," she said like this was her last chance to spit all of the facts but the monster blinded with ang

Ryan began, his voice laced with guilt, but I wasn’t ready to hear any of his lies. I turned and ran, slamming the door behind me. I didn’t stop until I was back outside, gasping for air. It felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I just let the tears flow freely. I reached my car and collapsed into the seat as the tears continued to flow. I hated him, but I hated myself more.How could I have been so dumb to believe his lies? How could I have believed he loved me when I was married off to him when he wasn’t even ready to settle? Why did I think everything changed after his confession of love—another lie?

Olivia shook her head. “We were all his.” The words landed like a blow. One by one, the women stepped forward. A tall woman with scarred hands. “He told me I was the only one. That he loved me. Then I found out I was nothing but a cover, a shadow.” Another, with a baby in her arms. “He promised to raise our child. Then he vanished.” A third, younger, trembling. “He married me in secret. A ring on my finger, vows in my ear. Then he left me for someone else.”

Long after he’d fallen asleep beside me in our bed, his arm draped loosely, comfortably, across my waist, I lay awake, staring out at the city lights, no longer a symbol of threat or confinement, but a horizon of endless possibilities. The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge. The phrase, once a bitter, defining label, now felt… distant. Almost irrelevant. My revenge hadn't been about destruction. It hadn't been about tearing down those who had wronged me. It had been about rebuilding. About reclaiming my life, my power, my identity. It had been about choosing to heal, to grow, to find strength in the face of betrayal, in the face of fear. My revenge was Isabella’s laughter, AJ’s sturdy embrace, the way th

"I married you because I loved you. But yes, I also married you because I wanted to keep you close, to watch over you, to make sure you didn't end up like your brother." I stood up, my legs shaking, and walked to the window. "So you weren't the villain, you were part of it." "I was part of it, yes. But I was also trying to stop it." "There's no difference," I said, my voice cold. "You were part of it. You let them kill my brother. You let them come for me. You don't get to play the victim now." "I'm not playing the victim, Debbie. I'm telling you the truth."