Revenge For A Cheating Husband Novels & Stories

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

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.

"Ask me something else instead." "Why did you really ask me here tonight? The real reason, not the revenge one." Andy's hand tightened, just slightly, at her waist. For a moment he didn't answer, and the silence between them said more than she was ready to hear. "Because I spent six years watching you across rooms like this one, married to my brother, and telling myself I didn't mind." His voice had dropped low enough that it belonged only to her. "I mind, Hannah. I've minded every single time."

Vivian was Adrian's infamous first love—the woman who had supposedly betrayed him, broken his heart, and abandoned him years ago because he was too poor for her. "How... how can you do this to me?" I wept, forcing the words out through the suffocating tightness in my chest. "Adrian... you are my husband." "Even now, on her deathbed, she still has the nerve to call my husband hers," Vivian sneered, rolling her eyes. "You are truly pathetic, Elena." "Don't stress yourself, my love," Adrian purred, leaning down to tenderly kiss Vivian's temple before rubbing her belly. "You shouldn't waste your energy talking to a rotting corpse."

"Quiet? Of course, why wouldn't you be? Your lover has been found dead, and you were with him the night before. Hmm, so complicated. Even the police would be cautious of how they would question you around me since it involves a man you constantly spent the night with. What a cheating wife. That would be the words buried in their mind as they question you. Their eyes will keep meandering the house, wondering why you would cheat, and when they leave, they will talk between themselves and say women can never be satisfied. Pitifully, that is nothing but the truth." Damon's parody only made me pity myself. I've never imagined I would ever be placed in a such situation. I was going to be a mockery

And, he said to himself, you will avenge. Her head lifted slightly. Her heart beat in her breast. "Revenge?" she mumbled , with her broken voice shaking. "Yes," Ronan Blackwood said. “Your husband, and your best friend they both cheated you. They gave evidence against you in court. They framed you. They destroyed your life. And I can help you fix it." Selene shut his eyes, and attempted to believe him. Her throat was on fire and she rasped, “Why... you?”

He didn’t even bother to move away from her. “Cams,” Isabella said softly while pretending to be surprised. I couldn’t find the words to confront her. My throat was tight and my voice strangled by the betrayal that suffocated me. All I could do was stare at Gabriel and it was enough to break my heart into a million pieces. “How long?” I finally managed to choke out the question in a trembling voice. “Since when have you fucked my husband, Isa?” I demanded to know and she flinched at my inquiry.

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

“Just say it. Really—I can make it happen.” Ivy sighed deeply. “If you insist...” Josh straightened, ready. He figured she'd ask for money—probably a generous amount. Enough to buy a car, go on a shopping spree, whatever. That was fine. For Josh, money was never an issue. But what Ivy said next caught him completely off guard. “Help me get revenge on the man who betrayed me—my husband. He cheated on me. Can you do that?” For a moment, Josh was stunned into silence. And then—

she said across the kitchen table, "I want you to find me one of your black friends who would be willing to be videotaped fucking me in my ass." I looked at her like she was crazy; "This is a joke, right?" "No joke little brother, just plain old revenge." Martha had caught her husband cheating on her, not just once but several times, and each time he had begged forgiveness and promised never to do it again. The last time, however, he'd gotten caught doing it in the marital bed. Martha intended to punish Bill in the most humiliating way she could think of, by letting a black man fuck her; no, not just fuck her, but fuck her in her ass and tape it so she could show him the video.