Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Ex Wife

Digby thought on his feet quickly and raised his voice, "You slut! You took advantage of me while I was drunk. I didn't think you'd actively seek to upset my wife to the point that she miscarried. I have to get revenge for my dead child!" After hearing this, many who had been willing to help were hesitant. That woman was a mistress who had ruined someone else's household and caused a miscarriage for the man's wife? Then there was no reason to feel sorry for her.

I am eager to reclaim what was taken from me and rewrite the path of my destiny. The first step is done. My revenge has only just begun. The Davis family will soon realize that they underestimated me— I’m a woman who was given the chance to be reborn, armed with beauty, resilience, and a burning desire for justice!

The most important element in my quest for revenge. She laughs, bitter. “Not in this dress, I’m not.” I thought as much. She thought it was just a joke. 'Then take it off.' I had told her. The words leave before I think them through. Not out of lust. Out of fury. At the thought of her wearing what they gave her. Wrapping her in silk that smelled like Grandmother’s poison. To me, it felt like mockery. How could they give my wife something that isn't worthy of the wife of Damien Lancaster to wear? I tell her we’ll burn it. That she’ll only wear what I give her from now on.

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 let her believe she fooled me when she came back as Solane Blackwood. Then I had to pretend I didn’t hear her conversation with her father, the one where she made her intentions painfully clear. “To get my revenge on the Grants, I first need to make Nathaniel fall in love with Solane Blackwood. Only then can I use him to destroy both him and his mother.” She had no idea the man she married for revenge wasn’t even Nathaniel Grant. And yet… I let her go on believing it. Because I wanted her to hate me. I wanted her to play her vengeance game while I helped her from the shadows, even if it meant ruining myself in the process. It was the price I had to pay.

He’s never spoken to me in such a way. My husband was fucking another woman, calling her baby, and making her feel things that he’s never made me feel Their moans filled my ears as I stood by the door, waiting for them to notice that I had walked in, the lady raised her head and my heart broke even more, it was Rebecca. My step-sister, my husband was fucking my stepsister. My shaking legs took a step forward instead of backward, I wanted to walk away but I also wanted to confront them, I wanted to know why both of them would do this to me.

"I'm not some object you can take turns using and then lock away in a golden cage once you're bored! I'm the one in control here, not you!" The plump woman opened her eyes once more. The deadly flash of vengeance that had briefly dimmed was now blazing fiercely again within her round eyes. Vivienne knew she could not remain idle and allow the Vance clan to go any further, or her entire plan for revenge against her ex-husband would turn to ashes before it even had the chance to begin.

He crossed the ballroom floor, folder raised, and I watched Vanessa near the champagne fountain, her smile sharpening into something like anticipation. “This woman,” Adrian announced, loud enough to carry to every corner of the room, “married Damian Blackwood four weeks after our divorce. Four weeks. Does that not strike anyone else as suspicious? A woman who claims to have loved me, remarrying that fast, into that much money?” Murmurs rippled through the crowd. I felt heat climb my neck, humiliation and fury tangled together so tightly I couldn’t separate them. “You divorced me,” I said, loud enough for the room to hear. “You served me papers the same day I found out you’d stolen my designs

“And you think she’ll come?" “She will. If there’s one thing I know about my ex-wife, it's that she's a psychopath. A lunatic. She’s irrational and can get desperate when she wants to get rid of something or someone. When she realizes that her plot to frame me has failed, she’ll try something else.” “Which will be her coming to the party in disguise to confront you?" “Exactly! Although she won’t confront me, she’ll try to hurt me. Revenge is her driving force right now; she’ll stop at nothing to eliminate me. Since she can’t have me in her life, then you can't. Nobody can. She’s that crazy."

“Didn’t you know that before thinking it is cool to cheat on your wife with her best friend?” “I wasn’t expecting it to go this far.” He defended. “That's none of my business. It's your mess; clean it up. And don’t forget getting in Andrea’s good books is the only thing left to save the family. Your supposed ex-wife wouldn’t have been able to help even if she worked like her butt off for a decade. So suck it up and manage your home well. Get off my phone, young man.” She snickered, ending the call.