My Vengeful Ex Wife Novels & Stories

She said sharply, "In case you forgot, you're actually my ex-husband. We're divorced. Quit talking about some genealogy book and ancestors and lineage. Do you think you're of some royal family to be even speaking of such things? This isn't medieval times. The divorce certificate is the only law and the law is higher than anyone else. If you dare to violate me again, I'll call the police. Do whatever you want if you aren't afraid of being humiliated. One more thing, I have hired two masters in martial arts to guard the second floor and they're starting work this evening. I want to prevent certain thieves and perverts from breaking in. Sorry that you have to do this, ex-husband. But, hurry the

After her, he is the closest person I can consider a friend. He spitted out the drink and stared at me like I have grown two heads. “You mean Madeline Parker, your ex-wife?” He repeated my words in a question form. I cringed at how he called Madeline my ‘ex-wife’. We aren’t divorced yet. “Yes, she came to my office. To be honest, I didn’t expect her to cling on our marriage. It was a surprise for me. All these years, I lived with this thought that she forgot me and moved on in her life but she was actually waiting for me and now, I am feeling like a pathetic asshole.” I confessed, guilt pooled in my heart.

"Don’t you regard me as your wife? How long have you been hiding this from me?" Victor opened his mouth to respond, but Evelyn didn’t give him the chance. She took a step closer, her eyes wild with disbelief. "You saw your ex-wife, and you didn’t think to mention it? You're *just* telling me this now? Are you out of your mind, Victor?!" He couldn’t take it anymore. Victor’s hand hovered in the air for a split second, the room so tense it felt like the walls were closing in. His anger had driven him to the brink, but Evelyn’s sharp words and the fierce look in her eyes cut through the haze of rage.

She ran a thriving interior design firm, her name known and respected in the business world, and to the outside world, she was the picture of confidence and contentment. But behind her calm smile, Elara carried a heavy burden. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the man who had once been her world: Kian Vance. The man who had been her husband, her partner, her everything—until he had turned cold, distant, and cruel. One day, without warning, he had filed for divorce, stripped her of the assets they had built together, and told her in a voice as cold as ice: “You are not worthy of being my wife. Leave my life and never return.”

Rich psychopaths did. A heavy silence settled between us.Then he spoke. “Do you want revenge?”The words sliced through the alcohol fog.“What?” “Your ex-husband.” Eyes still on the road. “Do you want revenge?” I looked at him. “Hypothetically?” I asked him. “Yes.” I thought of Ryan’s cold eyes. Vanessa’s hand resting on her stomach. The signed papers. The walk-out. The way he’d erased me like I was a typo. Something dark uncoiled in my chest.

Damien placed his head against her shoulder and said in a lazy voice. " You really should learn to do as you are told, babe " " Dame, what are you..." " You Bastard! Get the fuck away from her! She has nothing to do with this! " " oh, but that's not true Winter, we both know She's the reason why this is all happening. My loving Ex Wife always has to make a scene where she goes. It wouldn't have had to come to this if only your stupid husband had agreed to help me. Now I'll have to go for plan b "

Vivian's Pov "Bullshit!" I cursed from the bottom of my chest as I watched the TV. The news channel headlined "Top actress and supermodel Goergia see linking arms with CEO of Vale Tech - Syrus Vale." I threw the coffee mug I was holding shattering the television. I had seen these reports before, but this one hurt more. That good for nothing husband promised to come home for my birthday, yet here he was, not just late, but fooling around with another woman, not just any woman but his ex-fiance to boot.

I reached the parking lot and was about to climb my car when someone called my name. A frown formed on my head when I saw her familiar figure. Longing pierced me that it was an effort to breathe. I shook my head, thinking my eyes had been deceiving me. She was the last person I expected to see. Blood rushed to my head. Rage, the magnitude of which I was unable to comprehend, enveloped my entire being, making me tremble inwardly. Martina, my ex-wife, had finally shown up.

“You'll be coming to this place, my private residence, once in a while, but I need you to fully stay at the family house, where my spoiled lazy son stayed.” That's right. All through the five months I was married to him, Freddie,my ex husband doesn't do anything at all. Apart from carrying girls. “I want you to go inside that house, make their life a living hell.” The words brought out so much joy inside of me. I can't believe it is finally time for me to take my revenge on them. **** The next day, I stood in front of the mansion again, the same place I was thrown out like a trash, I'm about to return there as somebody. Someone powerful.

And I went to my office to finish grading some papers. "I thought I burn all these pictures." I looked at the pictures of my ex wife. She passed away, last year. Drunk driver hit her and took her life out immediately. I was sad, at one point we did love each other. We were drifting and I wanted to work on our marriage, but when she bailed on our anniversary, that was it for me. And then I saw her, Violet. She was the best I've ever had. After my wife, I promised myself, I wouldn't get involved with anyone. And then I saw her again. Violet Carter. I wanted to get to know her, but the fact that she kept Liv a secret, makes me angry. Maybe one day.