Revenge After Being Cheated Novel Novels & Stories

she muttered bitterly, "you ignored it. You convinced yourself it was nothing, that your best friend couldn't possibly be sleeping with your husband. And your husband was as loyal as the papers say." The word husband felt like acid on her tongue, burning her with every syllable. She clenched her fists, glaring at her lifeless body as if willing it to respond, to justify its failures. Cody was not her husband. He was a horrifying murderer who deserved to die buried alongside that cheating bitch. "You let them fool you. You let them laugh at you behind your back, while you played the trusting wife, the naive little friend, and the fool." Her voice cracked, but the contempt in her tone only dee

“I think you’re stupid enough to steal from the Delgados.” His finger flexed on the trigger guard. “Tell me why.” “Because you burned my past. Because you stamped ash across everything I loved, and because your notebook might prove it.” She wanted to utter these words so badly, but she didn't. Instead she said, “I wanted to know who I work for.” “Curiosity gets maids fired.” “Bullets splatter,” she reminded. A tense beat. Then he exhaled; frustration, not relief. “Put the book down,” he repeated.

I hurried to reassure him. When the call ended, Will and I exchanged a look. Revenge gleamed in both our eyes. Three days later, the city's first snow fell. The stage was set; the performance was about to begin.

“What did you do to her?” He didn’t flinch. “Ask her,” he said flatly. “She tried to kill me.” I blinked. “What?” “She poisoned me,” he continued. “After I rejected her. Said she couldn’t take it. Cheated on me, too. I’ve got proof. So I unmarked her, stripped her of Luna status, and took Chizzy as my mate.” I stood there in stunned silence. I wanted to be happy, I really did—he’d finally let her go. But not like this. Not after beating her down like some stray dog. And Chizzy? Her best friend? That just made it worse.

Maureen informed. "You found out already? " Katrina asked. "Katrina why? " Maureen asked. "How could you? You betrayed me, you lied to me" Maureen screamed. "I'm sorry sis. I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't let me go" Katrina replied. "What revenge are you taking? " Maureen asked. "I want to make him pay back for what he did to you. I want him to feel what it means to be heartbroken " Katrina replied.

“Why aren’t you reading that at home in peace and quiet?” The woman glanced at me over the rim of her glass, her eyes a piercing green that seemed to reflect the neon lights flashing around us. “The noise helps,” she replied, taking a sip of her drink. “It reminds me that reality is always there, no matter how much I try to escape into fiction.” I tilted my head, curious. “What’s the book about?” She glanced at the cover, running her finger over the worn edges before answering. “It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.”

She blinked her eyes slowly on the bed, adjusting to the light glow as the events of the previous day came rushing back, she sat up abruptly, the weight of her decision passed down her chest like a stone. Yesterday, she had arrived here as Isla Carter, a betrayed and bitter divorcee desperate for revenge. Today, she woke up as Isla Blackwood, wife to perhaps the most ruthless and one of the wealthiest men in the city. A stranger. A billionaire whose motive she still couldn't grasp.

I wasn’t the same woman who’d stepped into that penthouse. I stepped into the rain without an umbrella. My hair clung to my face, but the cold didn’t bother me. My heart hurt, but beneath the pain, something sharp was taking root. Revenge didn’t need to be loud. It could start with silence. With a promise whispered only to yourself. They thought they could break me. But I was done being the good girl. This time, I’d be the one holding the knife. Damien’s voice still echoed in my head as I walked away: I love you.

“No. I’m not going back. Hunter and I ended the day he decided to cheat on me and take me for a fool. There’s no coming back from that.” Relief washes over her face, and her shoulders visibly relax. “Good. Very good. If that man doesn’t know how to cherish you, someone else will. We will. There’s no need to cry over that jerk anymore.” “Trust me, Martha, my days of crying are long gone. I’m not going to shed a single tear for that man. Not even one.” But Hunter and that little mistress of his? I’m not so sure about them. Because for what they did to me—for the fact that they actually thought they could cross me and walk away without facing any consequences—I’ll make them pay.

She tasted just like she smelled. “Seraphina,” I gasped into her mouth, placing her gently on the desk. “If you want me to do this, you have to tell me why,” I said, my voice firm. It took everything in me to make her think I still had control. She stared at me, her eyes bouncing around before she finally sighed deeply. “I want revenge, Marcus. I want revenge on your son.” I stepped back slightly, seeing her in a different light. “Revenge?” “Yes,” she replied, keeping her composure. “I want to sleep with you to get back at him.”