My Vengeful Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

She's my ex-wife. But why couldn't I accept the reality that she was no longer my wife? Instead, after we crossed paths again, I found myself yearning for her even more. However, each time I saw her, the guilt of being an unworthy husband overwhelmed me. I regretted my actions, but I had been blinded by material wealth. Lost in my thoughts, my contemplation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of my cellphone on the desk. Checking the caller ID, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw her name, Exelle's name, displayed on the screen.

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

“She didn’t leave me. I fucked her best friend and I was still the one who divorced her.” I smirked, even though he couldn’t see me. “Happy to know you still remember the exact details, Seb. Just a tiny bit curious, though. Who do you think of when you’re fucking your wife? Is it her or your ex-wife?” I could practically hear Sebastian fuming on the other line. “Fuck you, Maverick.” “I clicked my tongue. “Wouldn’t blame you if Iris was on your mind. I mean, you already know how sexy she is, right? How insanely good she is with—”

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

Wiping the last tear from my eyes, I promised myself I’d survive the harsh reality ahead. I had no home, no family. This mansion had been my only home for three years. My only friend was the one who had destroyed my marriage by feeding my husband lies, using the opportunity to get close to him. I still couldn't believe that was Claire. Her betrayal hurt deeper at some point. Immediately after signing the divorce papers, my phone rang. I picked it up, seeing an unknown number. I swiped the screen and placed it to my ear. “Hello, who is this, please?” I asked, my voice filled with tears.

She clenched her teeth, but the pain in her stomach was so intense, it overwhelmed the anger she fought to suppress. “Eira Carson, I know my husband is with you. Please… tell him to save me,” she begged her voice barely a whisper. “I’m… dying…” “Hahaha! You’re still breathing, older sister? Aren’t you tired? Why not just let go and be free?” Eira taunted. "Please..." she gasped. "Who is that?" a deep voice came through. “Who else could it be? Your wife,” Eira sneered. “Oh, that bitch. Don’t call her my wife. I feel sick every time I hear her name. If it weren't for revenge, I would have left her long ago,” Riven's voice was cold and blunt.

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.”

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

My ex-wife. *****