Novel & Cerita My Vengeful Ex Wife

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.

I still didn't answer her, but holy shit it felt like my head was about to explode. "TELL ME, VICTOR!" I snapped and whirled around to face her head on. "AND SO WHAT IF I AM?! She was my WIFE! My partner! Do you expect me to not hurt after what we went through?" "You're such a greedy pig!" She laughed. "You already have me, a devoted fiancée who plans to give you a child, and you're still thinking about your ex back? Pathetic!" "You wouldn't even be my fiancée if it wasn't for that stunt you and my mother pulled! Don't think I haven't forgotten! After all you've put me through, did you honestly think I'd even consider marrying you?"

"I tried to tell you immediately, sir, but you dismissed me and said—" "I don't care what I said!" I roared, my voice echoing through the office. "There are people trapped in that elevator with no oxygen and one of them has severe claustrophobia! She could be having a panic attack! She could be hyperventilating and using up what little air is left! She could be—" I stopped myself, breathing hard. Why did I care so much? Vanessa was my ex-wife. She was the woman I'd divorced. The woman I'd called barren and useless. The woman who was now married to my brother and actively trying to destroy me.

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.

she said, her smile turning vicious. “Only this time, I’m the one making you leave. And there won’t be a comeback for you, Victoria. You just wanted me gone, but I? I’ll make sure you return to nothing but chaos. I’ll make you the laughingstock of New York. Don’t blame me, blame yourself for the shameful life you’ve lived. I’m going to expose every sordid affair of yours, one by one. And as the cherry on top, I’ll reveal the real reason for your divorce.” My face was drained of color, but I forced a smile.

His deep voice had my stomach tightening. He asked me to come here, didn't he? My stomach was tight like a knot, and deep inside, I knew why I came. But I would never say that to his face. “I need your help.” The idea was ridiculous, but it couldn't hurt to ask. The worst he'll say was no. “With what?” “My ex-husband, Cade…” “You mean your husband, Cade.” Erden interrupted. “Why are you investing in Veyn Biolabs?”

Seeing his shocked expression, Smanatha felt a bit sorry for him but still spoke her mind. "You're my wife!" he shouted. "Ex-wife! Have you forgotten? We're divorced!" Her voice was louder. "I said we'd remarry!" "That's just wishful thinking on your part! I never agreed!" The shouting ceased, and the two glared at each other in silence. The heaving of their chests revealed the intensity of their emotions. "What did you say? Say it again," Kendrick asked gently, seeming genuinely unable to hear her previous words. As Samantha recalled her words from earlier, her face turned pale. That wasn't what she wanted to say. How could she say something like that?

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

Hazel melts into green and blue, bright center dragging me under, pulling me into something dark and suffocating. A vision crashes hard into me. All too quick. A knife plunging into her stomach. A faceless man. Blood everywhere. Brooklyn on the floor, dying, whispering through broken breaths: “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want in return.” My chest clenches violently. I can’t breathe. The world tilts. Was she… Was she also killed the same night I died?