Revenge After Being Cheated Novel Novels & Stories

“On our wedding anniversary, I found my husband in bed with another woman. A woman I had once called a friend. And that night, he handed me divorce papers. Just like that—three years, erased. But it didn’t stop there. No. Days later, I was arrested. Charged with a crime I didn’t commit. Accused of embezzling money from the very company I gave up my life to support.” Gasps. “Ethan Crawford didn’t just cheat. He lied. He stole. And then, he tried to ruin me.” Sophie’s voice grew firmer, louder. “But I’m not ruined. I’m here. I survived. And I’m taking my life back.” A beat of silence passed. Sophie inhaled, then softened her tone. “I didn’t ask to become a symbol. But if my pain can mean somet

“It worked!” Marco chuckled at the copy of the data he had access to. He didn't care what Jeremy would do after finding out what he had done. This was all for the sake of a better life for his family, especially his son's life. His son must have happiness without any shortcomings. Marco looked at the file on his desk. The file with all the evidence of the cheating he had done. Marco just smiled and took the file. “I know you are disappointed with my betrayal, but since you have also made my life worse, please accept my revenge. However, even though you are not the real culprit who ruined my life, that person is your father who made Evelyn leave me in the first place.”

“I hear you but…” “What about the text I got, it said ‘regretting your decision yet’ the only decision I had made a couple of weeks leading to that incident was cutting ties with them.” Marcus sighed. “I will look into it. They may have burned down the warehouse, but I don’t think they have the resources to steal from me. Someone else did that.” I sighed, I didn’t want to think about someone else being involved, I especially didn’t want to think that Nick was involved. I stopped my revenge on him because I saw that whatever I did, Nick was always going to win.

Harah shook her head at her sister's behavior. "I'm proud of nothing but myself. And I'm thankful that I'm not like you. Plastics and things made of rubber, when burned, the stench is worse than plastic. So don't clean yourself up too much. Because your smell is nauseating. Yourself can't criticize your stench." Harah replied annoyed but she didn't generalize. Her face remained blank. Whenever Harah actually sees the people who were cruel to her before, her blood automatically boils. Especially the two sisters named, Marisol and Marites. She has not yet retaliated for what they did before. Today was Harah's chosen day for revenge. Marisol and Marites were so angry that they rushed at Harah a

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

He declared, before kicking me and then left with his minions. I gritted my teeth as I felt dizzy. ‘I will endure this. But I will make them pay’. My eyes turned bloodshot as I glared at their backs. … Author Tina Nwuba: “Finally, my awesome and amazing readers! This chapter concludes book 1 of ‘Heart of a Betrayed Wife’. The next chapters will be book 2 of ‘Heart of a Betrayed Wife’, with the storyline focusing more on Love, Romance, Betrayal, Truth, Revenge, and finally, everyone is going to get what they deserve.

“Do you think so low of me as to think that I cheated?” “You cheated on me with Celestine. I wouldn’t be surprised if you cheated on her too!” I recoiled in my seat, realizing the gravity of my question. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—” Crimson held up a hand to stop me. “No, it’s okay. I understand why you would think that given the circumstances. But let me tell you the truth: I never cheated on you!” “Liar,” I spat. “Do you think I would believe you?”

Disbelief. One comment from his wife: *My husband is innocent. Someone did this to him. Please, if anyone knows anything, come forward.* I closed the laptop. Pressed my hands to my face. I'd spent two years planning revenge on a monster. But somewhere along the way, I'd become one myself. And the worst part? I wasn't sure I cared anymore. Because Morrison's destruction meant I was safe. Meant Brennan would stop digging. Meant I could keep going. Keep destroying Adrian piece by piece until there was nothing left.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

“Well, well, you shameless slut. You’ve been frolicking with your boy toy. You…” Her voice rang out loudly, dripping with disdain as she pointed accusingly at Petra. The insults seemed endless. Yet Petra remained calm. Her gaze stayed fixed on Malcolm as he approached Pete. “Wow, Petra,” Pete said again, sliding his hands casually into his pockets as he watched Malcolm come closer. His voice carried a mocking tone. “You led the charge against me because you found someone richer and you can’t wait to dump me. While Zoe and I are involved, you cheated on me,” he continued, raising his hand and pointing his finger accusingly at her. “So you’re no saint either.”