Revenge Of The Ex Wife の小説・ストーリー

I exclaim as I cross-check my wrist watch and I realize that I have been working for so long. “As far as I am concerned, the three hours that I was away is enough to get your work done, so suspend whatever you are doing and give me the gist so that I can know the next step we are to take to set the ball of our revenge mission rolling,” she says, drawing out the chair in front of me. “I just came back to a year in my life after I was murdered by my supposed husband’s legal wife, so I am still trying to get used to a lot of things that I have not been used to in a very long time,” I explain.

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.

She had been scheming with her real husband, pretending to belong to him while bleeding his wallet dry. The humiliation still burned. The betrayal had carved him hollow. And now, staring into the amber swirl of his drink, a cruel smile curved his lips. Lisa had become his new obsession. And this time, he wouldn't be the fool. Just then, his phone chimed on the counter. A single message lit up the screen. "Do you want to play some games with your ex-wife?" Dane's lips curved into a dangerous grin. Revenge had just found its spark. ****** Back at the mansion, silence stretched between them like a blade. The air was too thick, too heavy – choking Lisa with unspoken words until she could no long

Xavier asked her with an inquisitive look. "Come on, Xavier, stop playing the unaffected with me; why do you think that she came back, and why did she show up at the auction?" Claudia asked Xavier. "How am I supposed to know that?" Xavier asked Claudia, and immediately she shot him an angry glare. "We both know that she came back for revenge; if she showed up at that auction and bought that jewelry for twenty million dollars, it's just to show us how strong she has become, and I'm very sure that she's already planning how to get back at us, and who knows, maybe she has already planned it and she's patiently waiting for the best time to strike," she said to Xavier, who seemed unconcerned by h

Long after he’d fallen asleep beside me in our bed, his arm draped loosely, comfortably, across my waist, I lay awake, staring out at the city lights, no longer a symbol of threat or confinement, but a horizon of endless possibilities. The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge. The phrase, once a bitter, defining label, now felt… distant. Almost irrelevant. My revenge hadn't been about destruction. It hadn't been about tearing down those who had wronged me. It had been about rebuilding. About reclaiming my life, my power, my identity. It had been about choosing to heal, to grow, to find strength in the face of betrayal, in the face of fear. My revenge was Isabella’s laughter, AJ’s sturdy embrace, the way th

It's been five years though, but even if it's a hundred years I will never forget. They might not remember, I was no longer Lila Vault but Selene Black and had made a name for myself in the business world. It has been five years of success, determination and hard work, five years of telling myself that I was more than enough and I should forget everything that had happened. But I just couldn't, I still remembered it, it was fresh and hot as if it had happened yesterday and I knew the best way to get revenge is to get wealth, power and connections and I already had it all for and to myself.

“Why would I? I don’t need him. Men only bring pain, and I’ve had enough of that.” Mrs. Cassiopeia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Who hurt you?” Elowen’s gaze dropped to her teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. “My ex-husband. He took everything from me. Stripped me of my life and tossed me aside like trash.” Mrs. Cassiopeia’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you going to do about it?” Elowen sat back, her posture relaxed but her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m working on it. I came back for a reason, and I won’t leave until I get what’s mine.”

There isn’t a word filthy enough for what I’ve become in the name of revenge. The regret came in waves, but it never drowned me. Because this wasn’t on me — it was Noah’s doing. He broke us first. If he hadn't cheated on me and mentioned that I'm no longer desirable, I wouldn't have done that, would I? And it won't repeat itself. All I need now is information about his account and then set the divorce in motion. During the course of my sleep on the couch, my eyes opened to see Noah holding my phone. His gaze was staring at me as if he had noticed something. But I didn't even give a damn about his thoughts since I only did what he had done.

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

"You can't keep it. I've left nothing behind. The media, the investors, the board—they will believe me. Not you." I backed away slowly, hearing her words, before I finally spoke. "I'll get revenge on you, Rachel. I'll make them see what you've been doing. All the lies, all the backdoor deals. I will bring you down. And you won't even know that it is happening." Her eyes flamed with anger. "This isn't over," she snarled. I took a couple of steps away, but I hung around, glancing back over my shoulder. "No, it isn't. But you'd better be ready for it, Rachel. Because when I retaliate, I don't lose."