Romans & histoires Revenge Of A Wife

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.

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

Still hearing those unexpected words. "Oh no, she's my wife."

Because I finally I was finally free, I had said goodbye, I had looked into his eyes and saw nothing. I remembered...I was not here to rekindle our relationship. I was not here to remind him that I loved him. Or to remind myself that I loved him. Or for this marriage. Or our past. Or anything tied to “us.” I was here to get what was owed to me. To get back my father’s property. To reclaim what was taken from me. And if, in the end, I get my revenge? Then all the better. After today, I know that I would love nothing but to see him hurt just as much as he did me.

True love starts when you realise that you barely had one life to love that one person — and even that wasn’t enough. I let out a sigh to lighten the heaviness that had started building up in my chest. I knew how dangerous it was out there where she wanted to go, yet there was nothing I could do about it because this indeed was her fight for revenge for her family’s demise and the end of her kind. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my wife was an ultima, but it was an undeniable truth. I knew she was smart and strong enough to avenge her kind, but I wondered if I had any role to play in her revenge except for taking care of my pack.

amn wife lesson, the wicked woman who punished me for my father! Why didn't I think of putting her name on my Death List?

No father. Clara pressed the drawing to her chest. For the first time since that night, tears came, silent and shaking. She understood now: the messages, the perfume, the precision of every word Ms. Rowen had spoken. This had never been about love or jealousy. It had been about revenge. And it was still unfolding. End of Chapter 4 — The Shape of Guilt

Larisa was trapped between her burning desire for revenge and the shattered remnants of her dignity. All for Gaby… my daughter. Natasya… you must die.

There were photos of her wife cheating and files showing the details of the staged car accident. He probably never imagined his gentle wife would do something like this. I never imagined it either. But didn't it happen anyway? "Damn it! That woman! How could she do this!" Cael cursed at the documents. His face flushed red despite the pallor left by the car accident. "Damn it! I treated her so well! I can't believe she would do something like this!" I understood his fury, so I didn't stop him. Only when he was gasping for breath did I speak. "Calm down. I'm here because I want revenge, too."