My Vengeful Ex Wife Romane & Geschichten

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.

They’d be pissed, but they wouldn’t stay mad forever. Then my thumb paused. In the background of one photo, half-hidden behind laughing guests, I spotted her. Brooklyn. My stomach twisted with a sharp stab of guilt. I had married her, then left the country the same day, abandoning her with my family and never reaching out once in the past year. What kind of injustice was that? But I forced the feeling down. It had always been a business deal, nothing more. A win-win. I got to satisfy my grandfather’s term, get married, and inherit the family company. Her family got to clear the massive debt they owed my father.

What made it even more painful was that Evelyn sided with Moreen. "Even my pregnancy, that innocent baby, became a victim of his own father's cruelty, Hana." Angelina's tears fell. That was the one thing Angelina couldn’t accept. Losing her unborn child, still just a clot of blood, was the reason Angelina harbored such deep resentment toward her ex-husband. “I knew that after my death was announced, something terrible would happen. That seductive woman was the root of all the destruction that followed!” “I couldn’t do anything, I’m shattered, Hana. I’m a useless woman.”

Resolve She watched as James walked out of her office. Five years and he had the temerity to walk into her office to say he was sorry for getting her into the fix she had been in. But did revenge even matter anymore? She had been at her lowest when Damon filed for the divorce and got it. Wretched than she had been before meeting him. The twist was that he had gotten married to her sister, Lily. She had decided to leave the past behind her and focus on what the future had in store for her. And she had been right.

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

“I still have my magic. I can weaken them from the inside. Make them fight each other. Make Betty suffer.” Vance leaned back and studied us for a long moment. “Why should I trust you? You were one of them. You married into their circle.” I laughed bitterly. “They took everything from me. They kicked me out, beat me, and stole my wife. Now she’s pregnant with their bastard child. I want them dead. I want Betty back. And I want revenge.” Vance’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you offering?”

Her sharp gaze landed immediately on Sloane, wide-eyed and sitting up in my bed wearing my shirt. Her lips curled into a cruel, disbelieving smile. “Well,” she said slowly. “I see you’ve moved on.” Sloane’s blood ran cold. “I—I’m sorry, who—” “I’m his wife,” the woman interrupted, voice dripping with venom. My jaw tightened. “Ex-wife,” I snapped, standing between them. “And you don’t belong here, Vanessa.” But the damage was already done. Sloane’s face went pale. Her stomach twisted. “Wife?” she repeated weakly, her throat closing around the word.

"That might take some time—" "You have two hours." I hung up and stared at the photo again. Vanessa looked different. Softer somehow. Less guarded than I remembered. But it was definitely her. The woman who'd made my husband fall in love with someone else. Who'd carried his child. Who'd made me feel like a stranger in my own home. The woman who was supposed to be rotting in a grave somewhere outside Naples. Instead, she was alive and well and seducing my ex-husband all over again.

couldn't you guys just come up with something other than to make Vee feel like such an idiot. 'you know nothing about my marriage so I suggest you say nothing about it...' my ex said and my fiance actually laughed, 'and here you are trying to fucken ruin my relationship with my fiance.. I suggest you respect us or all hell will break lose.. if I didn't want to let go of Valentia back in high school, I could have fought harder trust me she'd have left your ass.. but I respected her marriage thinking you're a great person but turns out you are a conniving two faced bitch she should have left a long time ago...'

her eyes swept over me. It was really her loss, and in this life, I was going to make her realize it, only then would I feel better If life could give me that chance, I really wouldn't ask for anything more. I wanted her out if my head, out of my heart, I would definitely enact revenge on Jedd vegas and my beloved Ex wife.