Novel & Cerita Revenge Of A Wife

“This isn’t just a game, Diego. This is war. And I’m done playing by his rules.” The news continued to play in the background, but Freya and Diego paid it no mind. They clinked their glasses again in silent acknowledgment of their shared victory. For Freya, this was more than revenge; it was the first step toward reclaiming the life Desmond had stolen from her. And as the faint smell of smoke seemed to linger in her mind, she knew she wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left of the man who had tried to destroy her. The flames of her vengeance had been lit, and there was no turning back now.

But he would never admit that. "Your husband whom you are defending so strongly is a womanizer. Just like how he tricked Vasili's sister, he also tricked my wife as well. She fell for him head over heels. She was ready to leave me and our unborn child. She started hating me. She did everything she could to divorce me. But I couldn't leave my pregnant wife. She stopped loving me, but i couldn't. When she understood that I will not divorce her, she decided to elope with your dear husband. She ran away from home when she was four months pregnant. I tried searching for her. But I couldn't. She blocked my number. I gave up on our love, thinking that she would be happy with your husband. I went ab

“So we take it away quietly. One ally at a time.” “And the girl?” Rohit asked carefully. I didn’t answer immediately. Because she is my revenge she will be not involve in this whole . World doesn't know that she exit because her father . He hide her like she never existed. I get to know about her when harshvardhan came to London for my little wife's birthday. My little wife. I always make sure that she will pay for her father's sins . “ she is my Revange i deal with her personaly ” the big smirik came on my face . Rohit just nodded and level the room.

Gama uttered while hugging Glara tightly. Glara clenched her fists, gritting her teeth at the behavior of her ex-husband and ex-mother-in-law. Glara didn't mind if Damian chose to separate, but she couldn't accept her only son being treated so poorly. Suppressing her anger, Glara looked at Damian and his ex-mother-in-law, saying, "Just watch! I will retaliate for everything you've done!"

“Ethan! Stay with me, look at me!” But he was staring up into the cyclone, horror on his face. “She’s not just a ghost,” Ethan whispered. “She’s everything we feared. She’s the Widow, Olivia. She’s becoming the Widow completely.” The storm spun faster. And then it started to take a shape. A woman’s silhouette. Long hair whipping like smoke. A body made of ash and lightning. Eyes bright as burning moons. Jessica. But not Jessica. Something else. Something unbound. Something that wanted revenge.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

"I want you to sign divorce papers!" The man angrily threw a document at the woman. "Husband, haven't I been a good wife all this time? I've done everything for you," Senna said with disappointment and anger, staring at her husband. "A good wife? Do you even deserve to say that? Seinna Zhang, you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities properly. What can you offer me now?" Evander Qin laughed. "It's not my fault. I didn't harm him. You both planned this to ruin my reputation and discard me," Senna yelled. "From the start, you and your mistress plotted to secure a place for that illegitimate child."

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.

I hung up when she started another round of cursing. I really was setting myself up when I thought I could make this family work, wasn’t I? Now I knew better and all I wanted to do was exist by her side, with my ring on her finger and my face between her beautiful boobs. First things first, someone has to pay for putting hands on my pride and joy and I wanted a smoking hot revenge.

I'm sorry for living. “Sorry?" Elena scoffed, folding her arms. “Sorry doesn't change the fact that my son married a woman who brings nothing to his life" Nothing? A small laugh came out of my mouth. I wanted to argue that Adrian, my husband would not be in his position if it weren't for me but I said nothing because what could a wife do for her husband? My hands trembled as I cleaned the table. Elena continued to track my every movement. “What exactly do you do all day?" The old woman whispered. “You don't work. You don't manage anything…”