Revenge After Divorce Novel Novels & Stories

“Sign here, and it’s done.” Ashford slid the final page across his desk, and I stared at my own name printed above the signature line, Kara Jones, no longer Devonte, no longer anyone’s wife. Xavier sat beside me, his hand resting warm against the small of my back, steady the way it had been through every single hard moment these past weeks. I picked up the pen. My hand didn’t shake. “The divorce finalized this morning,” Ashford said, watching me sign with something like quiet pride in his expression. “Judge Harrington expedited it, given everything that’s come out in the criminal proceedings. You’re officially, legally free of the Devonte name, Miss Jones.”

I quickly got out and threw open the door of the bar. "Drinks. Beer. Now," I growled at the bartender on my way to a table where no one was. Just as I was about to pound on the table to demand service again, a waiter arrived with the drinks. "Get me more," I said. I downed bottle after bottle almost as fast as the waiter served it. Now, I had to admit that I regretted my decision to divorce Amelia. That regret had been lurking at the back of my mind for a while, but now it had come to the fore. What had even possessed me to do such a crazy thing and divorce her in the first place? Maybe it was because she was usually so colorless, mousy, and such a pushover. And she had not been able to give

he taunted and pressed a forceful kiss on her lips! Natalie knew he was settling the score for her earlier tantrum during their divorce. However, she retorted, "Why didn't you have a conscience when I sought a divorce? How dare you come to settle scores now?!" "You did those things! Who else would I hold accountable for them if not you?" he replied. "There's nothing between us now! You can't get over it, huh?" Natalie had lost her composure. She never thought that merely seeking a divorce would lead to such a revengeful response from him.

Zoey turned to Jayleen, "Come on, you can’t run away. Kneel now and everyone’s attention will be on Nelson. Later, when you kneel by yourself, it will be even worse." Jayleen sobbed and knelt down to bow. Zoey knew someone would inevitably criticize her for not showing mercy, but she didn’t need anyone to teach her how to behave. After all, she had suffered a horrible death in her past life. Her grandfather died, and Russell even committed suicide for her. In this life, Nelson wanted to murder Russell again. Why should these people have it easy? She wasn’t a saint, so revenge would be hers to take. Nelson was dizzy from the repeated bows but still glared at Zoey fiercely.

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.

explained Xavier. "Why don't you just leave it to the police, let this be their business," said Maria, who did not understand her son's way of thinking. "Mom, this is not an easy thing. I want to avenge James' death. I don't want her to just sleep in prison peacefully, I want to make her suffer, hurt..." Maria felt short of breath with what her son said. "Xavier," Maria said, cutting Xavier's words. Her hand moved to grip her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.

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

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Love can be replaced by pain, and pain will become anger, and anger will become the foundation of revenge," Joanna said, and patted my shoulder. "Joanna, You know, I can't do that no matter how angry I am or how upset I am, "I said, then I sat on my bed. "You know what he's saying is true," replied Nathan, leaning against the door. "Leion has done too much to Aubrey. "If you only knew Aubrey deserved a martyr award for his great kindness and forgiveness," irritated Joanna said to Nathan, who then stood beside me and touched both of my shoulders. But I really don't want to. I can't. If he's happy there, he's just there. I don't have to take revenge or anything just to be happy. "

“Playing the victim again, huh?” I clenched my fists. I was too tired to argue. Too broken to keep explaining myself to a man who never cared. I said through clenched teeth. “Believe whatever the hell you want. I don’t care anymore.” Besides. What's that the truth? Wasn't he the one who wanted the divorce in the first place? “Shameless,” he sneered. “You really have no shame.” And that did it. Before I could say a word, Maryjane was up on her feet in a flash.