Revenge For Cheating Novels & Stories

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.

She looked him in the eyes, her breath heavy and shallow and smelling like alcohol. “Why did you cheat?” she cried, and Revan realized she had mistaken him for Gael. He sighed, set the glass of water down, and held her wrists to remove her hands from his shirt. “I’m not Gael,” he said, “And don’t do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.” Citrine blinked one after the other, realizing it wasn’t Gael but Revan; was she dreaming? Why was that jerk in front of her? “Revenge,” she muttered, and Revan couldn’t help but frown; he was about to drag her back to his room when Citrine pushed him to the countertop. She looked around before placing both of her hands against the surface, leaning forward, and c

“Had to marry a man like Antonio Franches? Seriously?” Cassandra raised her head, her tearful eyes meeting Alexander’s. “I did it because I wanted revenge. I needed to get close enough to him to ensure he didn’t suspect me. I had to know his weaknesses, Alex.” Her words hit Alexander like a blow. He turned away, exhaling deeply as he tried to compose himself. “Revenge?” he muttered, more to himself than to her. He turned back to her, his face reflecting deep disappointment. “That’s the wrong way to do it, Cassandra. Completely wrong.”

"There is no honor or protection in your actions. You have only sown chaos and destruction in pursuit of your own vengeance." "Fuck you all." Erdem says and then exits as does Habbab. My revenge is not only against Derya, but also against all those who have been involved in this web of lies and betrayal. I will not rest until they have paid for their sins and suffered as much as I have suffered.

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

"And yet he still has the nerve to cause trouble for you." Malcolm studied Petra closely, his expression thoughtful and searching. "You look… calm," he said slowly. "I'm sure you already have a plan." Petra lifted her gaze to meet his, her smile deepening just slightly at the corners. "I didn't want to hold it against them," she said quietly. "Because once, I truly loved Pete." Her voice remained steady, but there was no mistaking the steel beneath it now, hardening with every word. "But they kept insulting me. Tormenting me. Leaving me with no way out." She straightened slowly, her eyes sharpening with fresh resolve. "To live a better life, I have to take revenge."

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

“It really does” “I know”. Maya whispered as she rubbed my back gently. “I feel so stupid”. I admitted. “ I should have known from the moment Nate started coming home late that he was cheating. And those late-night meetings he always went to”. I pulled away from Maya's tight hug and leaned into the couch. “I want revenge so badly right now”. I murmured. “Me too”. Maya said. “I wasted five years of my life with that bastard just to get cheated on”. I murmured.

"It's your fault! It's all your fault!" "What? It's obviously your fault! I was on Mr. Leeds' side! You're the one who convinced me to believe Yves, saying that his major was in Food Safety, so he's smarter and more trustworthy than Mr. Leeds! Look what happened! I was the one who was tricked!" "Don't even mention that asshole Yves! He's probably hiding with his parents somewhere!" "If I ever catch him, I won't let him off the hook!" Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees.

Selene panted, dragging her hands down her face and through her hair, her breath ragged. “He fucked your best friend. He fucked your best friend!” The woman’s voice grew louder with each repetition, her finger stabbing the air, her head shaking sideways. “Your husband is a cheater. Open your eyes, Selene! Your husband is a cheater!” “Stop saying that. Stop saying that…” she turned toward the woman, her eyes wild. “I said stop saying that!” she roared, grabbing the coffee mug and hurling it at the figure. The crash echoed loudly. Coffee splattered, shards scattering across the floor.