My Vengeful Ex Wife Novelas e Histórias

VERONICA Approaching the villa, I parked my car and then slowly ascended the steps with a racing heart. I'm finally here— at my ex-husband's residence, whom I have vowed to never see again. Now, he's back in life like a storm, threatening to crumble my walls. Despite my deep desire to leave, I can not. I have something precious to him for whom I am willing to endure my heartache and face him again. My son, Zeon, needs me, and I will not abandon him this time.

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

She's my ex-wife. But why couldn't I accept the reality that she was no longer my wife? Instead, after we crossed paths again, I found myself yearning for her even more. However, each time I saw her, the guilt of being an unworthy husband overwhelmed me. I regretted my actions, but I had been blinded by material wealth. Lost in my thoughts, my contemplation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of my cellphone on the desk. Checking the caller ID, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw her name, Exelle's name, displayed on the screen.

"How can this be-" Vincent staggered backward in despair. As desolate as he felt, he loved his wife very much, and he was not willing to give up on her just like that. "Graham, please, I'm begging you to think of something else. I'm willing to pay any price as long as you can save my wife."

I wonder what happened between them. "Yes. You did not succeed in killing me." I told her. I still feel a bit bitter because of it. "I-I am sorry…" She said with her shaking voice. "I knew I hurted you, I-I know I am the one to blame. I did those things to take everything from you, I was jealous and not content with my life. I want to be like you, no, I want to be you. But I realized, I will never be you. You accepted me despite knowing where I came from. You gave me home but I destroyed yours. I don't know what to say, I know my apologies are not enough. I caused you pain Analisse, and I will let you take my life now. B-but can you P-Please not hurt him? My son still needs his father." I gu

I should've controlled my emotions and I'm sorry but causing a scene--" " Cut to the chase, Vera. Why are you here?" " Sir... I do realize that I actually want to get back at Francisco for what he did to me. In fact, he was cruel to me, and that was not fair at all. He betrayed me, he threw me under the bus, and I want him to feel what I felt ... As payback. But then, you said you need a wife, i just got out of prison and now I'm worth nothing.

Her eyes flashed and fired with hatred, thickly mixed with venom, and I returned the favour. “I lost my husband because of you,” she hissed, “Vincent divorced me. Threw me away like garbage. And then—” Her voice caught, and for just a second I saw it, the horror and the shame and the memory of whatever had been done to her. “He sold me. Sent me to the same kind of place you were meant to go. It’s all because of you. You little witch, it’s all your fault!” She was screaming now, her eyes blazing with lunacy. She was beyond furious but those words only sank into my bones where I could savor it properly.

I cleared my throat and smiled. “Nothing much. I heard that she is your ex-wife who looks exactly like me. Given how your sister reacted, you might have a past issue with her. Would that be a problem for the both of us?” It would certainly be a problem for me, but I had to hide it. I wouldn’t be able to get my revenge if I were not close to him and his family. I wouldn’t know who was driving the car that night. “My wife, Jane Moore had been reported dead for two years now…”

she said, a hint of warning in her voice. I know more than anyone else that there's nothing she could do to threaten me. Aside from being my ex-wife’s friend, she was nothing but a daughter of a poor farmer who just made it to my company because of Camilla. If it weren't for her sexy body and pretty face, I wouldn't even waste a second to look at her. “Fuck me…” she begged, asking for assurance. I have been giving her the cold shoulder since that stupid thing she did in the restaurant incident. I wanted to throw her out of my life, but I was tied to the responsibility in her womb.

She inquired, her grip still firm around my waist. “How many times have I told you I don't like it when you hug me from behind? It comes with so many memories!” I sneered. “Ha!” she gasped with her mouth open; this time, she stood firm in front of me, staring into my eyes. “What memories?” She further asked, her voice shaking. “Memories of her that you can't forget? You said your marriage was unbearable! You said she makes every single hour of your marriage miserable! You said I am way better than her! What f******g memories are talking about!” tears filled up in her eyes. “You know what, I am not having this conversation with you.” I removed my suit jacket and turned to leave the room when