My Vengeful Ex Wife Novels & Stories

she said, and my lips curled into a faint smile, until I remembered she was my father’s wife. The irritation hit instantly. The man I hated the most, the one who ruined my childhood and took my mother away from me was the one she belonged to. It made the need for vengeance burn hotter in my veins. I wouldn’t stop until I made him lose everything, even this marriage. “But you don’t have to think weird of this situation. I’m not one of those people who has a fetish about sleeping with their husband’s…” she rambled, but that word ticked me off instantly.

“I know you're hurting, but using your resources to acquire everything belonging to your ex-husband out of revenge is reckless and senseless!” Karina's hands slammed down on the desk, her frustration evident. “My revenge isn't senseless. Soon, they'll all come crawling back to me!” She locked eyes with Gina, her expression resolute. "Especially Aidan, my wretched ex-husband, who feels no remorse for what he did to me,” she added, her voice tinged with emotion.

She had no jewelry on except for the watch on her wrist and her hair was tied up enhancing her face and making her look even more youthful. “My wife is always beautiful,” Jin Chen answered as he moved closer to Yang Lifei and made to encircle his hands around her waist but she slapped his hands away. He took a step backward and raised his hands up in surrender. His wife was truly mad at him because clearly, he had gone overboard yesterday night. Although she had a sweet smile on her face while she looked at him, her eyes spoke a whole different language, they were glaring daggers at him.

As my understanding of her actions deepened, a multitude of emotions intensified, fueling the flames of determination and retribution within my being. "Why, Rachel? What compelled you to destroy my marriage life? Who are you, huh?" I muttered to myself, seeking answers that might never be satisfactory. Still, I found an insatiable curiosity driving me to fathom the reasons underlying her act of stealing husband. My pursuit of truth persisted, leading me to compile a roster of individuals in her inner circle, along with plausible vulnerabilities that could be utilized to my advantage. Revenge was a delicate game, and I needed to be strategic if I wanted to succeed. Every step had to be calcu

“I’m not done. He’s paying you what? A hundred million? I’m just saying, you can ask him to double it. Milk him for what he’s got. That is a lot of money, Iris.” “I’m not marrying my daughter’s father, Megan. And to think it’s all just for what? Revenge? This is a marriage we’re talking about. Marriage to my ex-husband’s ‘brother’. I want nothing to do with that family.” I told Maverick that I was going to think about it, which I had been doing in the last three days since I got back, weighing the pros and the cons. Because as much as I wanted revenge, I couldn't go on with that plan at the expense of my family. My daughter.

Valentina sat at her usual seat, across the table with her pen in her hand, and her eyes trained on the projector as my secretary explained all the things we needed as the company forged ahead blah blah. I wasn't really listening, damn it. Images of her sparkling blue eyes, as they widened slightly when I was lowering my head, and how she impulsively shut them in shock and embarrassment continued to torment my mind. And more importantly, the scar on her neck... The scar was a harsh reminder of five years ago when my ex-wife Valeria was still with me at the pack before she disappeared and before the chaos unfolded and tore us apart. The conversation between us was formal but the air between u

Now, she had all the reason to hate me even more. “My son, he told me everything. To think I didn’t expect you to be so shameless. I thought that because my son chose you, brushed you up, and gave you a life of luxury as the wife of a billionaire, that would be enough for you,” she said, a sad smile on her lips. “Mother-in-law, I...” I started, but the rest of my words crumbled as she struck my face with the back of her hand. Her eyes flared in anger as she moved even closer. I could see the fury written all over her face.

He loosened the buttons near the wrist of his shirt once before his eyes settled on me first. And instantly, his expression hardened slightly. “You look upset.” The simplicity of the statement nearly made my throat tighten embarrassingly fast. Before I could answer, Chloe spoke first. “She saw the articles.” Drake’s gaze shifted toward Chloe slowly then toward Vivian. “What articles?” Chloe picked up her phone casually. “Apparently your wife is a manipulative gold digger destroying men emotionally across the city.” The silence afterward turned sharp instantly. Drake held his hand out calmly. “Phone.”

“Why would I? I don’t need him. Men only bring pain, and I’ve had enough of that.” Mrs. Cassiopeia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Who hurt you?” Elowen’s gaze dropped to her teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. “My ex-husband. He took everything from me. Stripped me of my life and tossed me aside like trash.” Mrs. Cassiopeia’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you going to do about it?” Elowen sat back, her posture relaxed but her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m working on it. I came back for a reason, and I won’t leave until I get what’s mine.”

“Building something? While you existed? Impossible. As long as you’re breathing and winning, I have nothing. So, I chose to take from you instead. I enjoyed destroying your marriage. I enjoyed watching you blame yourself for Evelyn leaving. And I’m going to enjoy tearing it all down again now that she’s back.” He leaned forward as much as my grip allowed, his bloody lips curling into a sneer. “You gave your all into that arranged marriage? Good. I made sure every effort was wasted. Every ‘I love you.’ Every sacrifice. Every night you spent trying to make her happy, I turned it into doubt. Into fear. Into hatred. And I’ll do it again. She came back? Fine. I’ll make her regret it. I’ll make su