My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner Novels & Stories

When I originally insisted on a divorce, he had climbed out onto the rooftop of our home. "If you divorce me, I'll jump right off this roof! I can't survive without you. I told you, you're the only woman I'll ever love!" he had declared. My heart had softened right then, and I gave him three chances to cut ties with his mistress. He scrubbed every trace of his affair, and I was naive enough to think I had successfully won the war for my marriage. But today, a brutal reality check smacked me right across the face. "What does it matter right now?" Nathaniel hissed, dropping his voice to a whisper, terrified that the woman in the next bay might overhear him. "She was just in a car accident! Are

If someone had told me weeks ago that my husband’s ex-fiancée—the same woman who cheated on him with his cousin—would now be helping him destroy that same cousin, I would have laughed so hard in their face. Because what kind of plot twist is that? My life really does feel like a soap opera right now. I wrapped my fingers around the bottle of water. I hope Stacey’s plan works because Julian has to be stopped. I exhaled slowly and reached for the box, opening it carefully. The sweet scent of strawberries and sugar immediately filled the air. “Oh, wow…” I whispered softly. They looked perfect. Soft, golden dough, lightly dusted with sugar, filled generously with cream. I picked one up, taking a

Every day she remained Lucien Virelli’s wife, she lost another piece of the certainty that had brought her into this marriage. Revenge had been simple. Hatred had been easy. But surviving beside the man she had sworn to destroy came with a price she had never anticipated. The longer she stayed married to him… The harder it became to believe he deserved to be destroyed at all.

I replied lightly, sitting at the edge of the bed while drying the tips of my still-damp hair. “Oh? And now… am I on that lucky list?” “You’re not an ex yet,” I said flatly. “But you might make a good practice target.” Hugo feigned shock. “How cruel. And to think I just helped save my wife from potential hypothermia and a total loss of dignity.” I turned to look at him. “You call that help? You just made the moment even more humiliating!” He moved closer and sat beside me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “You know, I imagined a lot of things about our wedding night…”

I don't know if it was the alcohol or pain that gave me this confidence, It was probably both. “I doubt it,” The stranger said softly, He helped me to my seat. “My husband left me today. I mean I guess our relationship ended the first day he decided to fuck my sister” I hiccuped “I'm sorry about that, Must be tough for you,” The stranger said with a pitiful voice. “I don't need your pity, Just drive me home” I inhaled sharply, and let out an audible sigh. He opened the car door for me and as I got in he shut the door. He was about to start the car and I reached in for a kiss, I sat back and stared at his confused expression.

“Kai is dying to meet you and we're meeting in a bar. I might spend time there, I don't want you to be at home all by yourself, so you'll come with me okay?” I let out a deep breath as I mumbled.“Okay.” He didn't seem to have a problem with it, so why should I? “She was cheating on me.” He suddenly said and I felt my breath hitch. I saw the text that day. Oh my God! She cheated! Poor Malcolm. I wonder how he felt after finding out about that and to think he'd been bearing the burden of it alone. “I'm so sorry, Mal.” I whispered softly. “With my sister's husband. No, sorry. Ex-husband.” Wait what? What the fucking hell? That was so messed up. I know Millie had married thrice, so which of the

KATIE I sat on the edge of the sofa, my fingers tangled in my hair as I stared at the floor like it held all the answers. My heart thudded against my chest, and no matter how many deep breaths I took, the weight in my stomach wouldn’t lift. Two years with Evan Blackman. Two years under the same roof as the man who had just called me his wife—even if it was drunken, accidental, and completely out of line with reality. But the other option?

"But what if something had happened to me? Don't you know she hates my guts? For how long will I have to share my boyfriend with her? If you had gotten the job done since you got together with her, I wouldn't be here trying to win back a man who publicly dumped me and humiliated me." "At least you can have your revenge on them!" I rolled my eyes. "A revenge that us about to be spoilt." "What? How?" I swallowed before telling him how the house was empty, and I suspected that they had all figured out something. He fell silent for a moment before responding, "Actually, back to why I called you, the hitman that I sent after your husband's wife -" "Exwife!" I interjected, feeling irritated. I fel

"Don't tell me to be careful or wait or let the professionals handle it. That man raised me. Held me when I cried. Pretended to love me while orchestrating my destruction. I deserve to face him." She was right. "Then we do it together. As a team." "As husband and wife," she corrected . "Partners in crime and revenge." "Technically, we haven't committed any crimes yet." Her smile was terrifying. "The night is young."

When she was in college, she had excellent academic performance and basically did not experience any major events. Arielle turned the page and continued to read, but the last sentence said that in 2022, Kendra Colson's husband, Calvin Colson cheated on her with her sister Casandra and he was already transferring funds to her, from the joint account and personal savings. Arielle was startled. Suddenly she understood why Kendra Colson committed suicide three years later. She probably found out that her husband and sister’s betrayal was something she couldn't just swallow down and live with it.