Revenge After Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

Now, hearing that he wanted to take Aria from me… that he wanted to rewrite our lives again, the same way he rewrote the truth about Elena, it reignited everything I’d tried so hard to bury. When I came back to this country, I promised myself I would make him pay. But somehow, I got caught up in survival, in work, in raising Aria alone. I didn’t want to lose myself in revenge I wanted to be a good mother first. But now, I couldn’t just sit still anymore. Not when he was moving again. Not when he was threatening to take the only person I had left. He said his team was working with the media, trying to twist the narrative before the truth could come out. If that was the game he wanted to play,

“I am always calm, and you sleep with women I don’t like, even though there is no purpose for that. It’s for your own pleasure, while I have to sleep with a man who destroyed my family. Besides, he wouldn’t insult you if you acted like a good fiancé.” Miles looked angry beyond words, and I wasn’t in the mood to stroke his fragile ego. I had work to do, and I had revenge plans to execute. His insecurities didn’t mean anything to me when he had given me plenty over the years. “I can’t believe this. You had sex with him, and his girlfriend was sitting right here, wondering what all the tension was about.” Miles said. “She’s also part of my revenge. I don’t feel sorry for her. By the time I am d

Zeke had been her fucking accomplice. But now, as I thought about their marriage and subsequent divorce, a surge of anger washed over me. After all the suffering I had endured, all the sacrifices I had made, it felt like a slap in the face to see them divorce and move on so easily. “Fuck that.” I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists in frustration. I refused to let their actions dictate my emotions any longer. I had fought too hard to reclaim my life, to let their toxicity poison my spirit.

Vance, to the brutal finality of the divorce papers I had signed with Lora, and a suffocating wave of guilt flooded my chest. ​I despised the feeling. None of this suffocating regret had bothered me until my ex-wife suddenly reentered my orbit. But over the past few days, a quiet disgrace had taken root inside me. I was a fraud living in a house of cards. Strip away the titles, the clothes, the status, and I had nothing to my name. Every single asset I claimed as my own had been handed to me by Mr. Vance. Yet I had stood by and let the man die, comforting myself with the fragile lie that it was merely a tragic accident.

I sat at the side of my bed, and the soft glow from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room. My hands trembled as I grasped the envelope from next to me on my bedside table—divorce papers. The very presence of them knotted my stomach. That experience stayed with me, raw and fresh, like a fresh wound. Liam's callous, matter-of-fact statement kept echoing in my mind. "I'm done, Ava."

What nerves she had now to spurn him, “All right, cut the nonsense. Have you no shame!' Antonio looked at Daphne with a scowl and retracted her hand. Daphne still felt as though he was protecting Barbara and Bethany instead, and flung his hand to the side, "Why should I feel shame, you're the one who got divorced. What?, I can't even talk about it? Antonio, don't you forget, I'm your wife right now” In the store, more and more people began to gather around, and Antonio felt increasingly more embarrassed, "You. You're impossible to deal with. Leave the bag and Jewelry, let's go home”

- Gwyneth said, with another tear running down her cheek. - I'm so sorry you had to go through that. – Missy whimpered, hugging her even tighter. - Me too, honey. Me too. – Gwyneth sniffled, gently stroking her hair, before continuing – After months in court and several witnesses in my favor, he was finally arrested and the court officially granted me a divorce. But I knew it wouldn't last long. His parents had a lot of money and he insisted on threatening us, before being arrested, making it clear that he would finish what he started, when he found me again... - She lowered her eyes, with a somber expression - Until, days later of being put in prison... He was killed. Nobody quite knew how.

I am not sure I want his love because I am not the right girl for him but I want him to forgive me if not today then sometime in future. "Your silence confirms my doubts Amelia." "What doubts?" I asked Nick confused. "Nothing for you to know sweet pea. Just keep this in your mind that he forgave you the day he came out of coma but the death of his brother filled his heart with hatred and desire for revenge." "Sean was in coma?" Oh god if I knew I wouldn't have left Manhattan. I want to comment on ‘sweet pea’ but didn’t. "Is that all you gathered from what I said?"

He said tiredly. “And after that you did not see me for years. Then you did one night, when I was drunk and thought I sleeping with a man would be excellent revenge for a man who'd already divorced me". I smiled. “Some would argue that you took advantage of me, you know. You could have found a way to reach my father or whoever, I'm sure I had ID on me. Instead you drove me to your house. The result of that night is growing inside me". I pointed at my belly. He looked a funny mixture of afraid and furious. “You don't mean-"

Elara Vance, the quiet librarian he'd plucked from obscurity, married in a courthouse, hidden in his penthouse, and then… discarded. "You're boring, Elara. You bring nothing to the table. No name, no connections, no spine. I'm embarrassed to call you my wife." His words had carved grooves into my soul. And then he'd handed me a check for ten million dollars—hush money for three years of my youth—and slid divorce papers across a mahogany desk. I hadn't taken the check. I'd taken the papers, and I'd taken a promise: I will make you regret this, Julian Thorne.