Novel & Cerita My Vengeful Ex Wife

The desperation in her voice was palpable and Alpha Ardon's heart went out to his wife, understanding the depth of her pain and the complexity of her emotions. He knew that she had been consumed by her desire for revenge against Yvette, whom she held responsible for the death of their daughter. He knew she was lost in her grief, driven by a desire for justice that had become an all-consuming force. The weight of that grief bore down on her like a physical force, driving her to lash out at the lifeless body before her.

“Because you made her leave with your lies. You thought one day you’d replace her. You never did. And you never will.” He turned his chair toward the window, dismissing her with silence. Yvette left with clenched fists. He’d messed up. He knew it. He fell for Yvette’s lies and now, it was too late. Anne was gone. He’d searched every corner of the world for her but she was nowhere to be found. Later that afternoon, Anne sat in her office, a wide screen glowing before her as a major corporate client appeared on the other end of a video call. “Ms. Hathaway ,it’s an honor to have you oversee our flagship project. Your work in Paris was… exquisite.”

“Yes, His ex-wife approached me and said she had some information for me and in our subsequent conversations, I learnt how Merlin screwed her sister and got her pregnant. She got the house prenup, but he wanted it back. “I bought it from her and then smashed it to bits while he watched on. His new wife sobbed like a baby.” “You sound awfully cheerful for a man who made a woman cry.” She's not a woman, she's a snake. She makes my poor Laila sad, harassing her constantly.” “Your Laila?”

Lucas POV. I looked at Vanessa like I had never known her. She was my ex wife, she was Zara's biological mother. “Get out of my office right now. I don't want to see your disgusting face.” I said. “You can't just kick me out of your office. I mean it has been years and we are finally seeing ourselves, so try to be a little bit considerate. Don't let your anger overwhelm you.” she said and I chuckled at her words.

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

“You’re really willing to hand that over? Your ex-wife’s last big secret? The thing that could end the Vitale bloodline?” I laughed. It came out raw and ugly. “She already ended mine. Took my company. My money. My name. My fucking dignity. Left me drinking in motels and pissing in alleys. If I can’t have my life back, I’ll make sure she loses hers. All of it.”

Dominic roared, his desperate fury exploding from the depths of his chest. Vivienne's ex-husband had no idea that the business paralysis now leaving him overwhelmed and suffering massive daily losses was not an ordinary business attack by the Vance clan. It was merely the first bait, carefully laid by the plump fingers of the ex-wife he had once neglected throughout their marriage.

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “Why are you so desperate to protect your ex-wife when you’ve already replaced her with a younger, more… fertile college girl?” He glared at me, but his words were slurred, his anger lacking its usual bite. “Maybe I… realized I fucked up?” “Oh, poor baby,” I mocked, enjoying his discomfort. “Having a sudden attack of conscience, are we? Trying to be a considerate husband now? Too late, my friend.” “If Agatha really knew what kind of trash you were…” he started, his voice thick with drunken anger.

"You’re Tessa Caldwell, right? The scammer’s kid." Tessa shivered. She tried to make herself small, holding the sheet tightly against her chest, fingers turning white. "Please leave," she said quietly, but firmly. The man didn’t move. He stood there, staring, disgust and curiosity mixed in his expression, like he was observing a rare animal at a circus. "You’re your boss’s ex-wife, right? The one he used to throw Robert in jail," he said with a sneer, glancing down at the sheet. "And now you’re his little prostitute? A secret that makes everyone in this house act weird, huh?"

"I'm going to make it worth your while. Just name any price and I'll double it." "I said I do not want your money. Marry me, and you're going to be on the news tomorrow for something other than business." She retorted, feigning anger. "C'mon now, I just lost my wife six months back, it would be a disrespect to her if I marry someone else this early..." "I don't care," Mia cut him off rudely. "Okay, okay." He threw his hands in surrender, sweat had broken from all over his body and even with the A/C on, the room still felt very hot.