Novel & Cerita Revenge Of The Fallen Wife

"Tell me about it. I didn't hear this gist." "After Forester's first wife died on the day his second son was born, he made his his mind not to be with another woman. He was so in love with her that he couldn't even see himself married to someone else," He wiped the second to the last dish in the sink and carefully placed it into the rack. "Seventeen years later, his children convinced him to get another wife, seeing he was getting lonely after they all left for college. So he got married to Daneesha Cummings. Everything seemed rosy at first but one of Greyson's kids found out she was cheating and told his father. Forester then realized he had made a mistake by not forcing her to sign a prenu

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.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

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.

Her daughter is my personal whore named as my wife. Her other kids are thrown out from a reputable school because she can't pay their fees. Her children are now reading in a normal school. Very soon I will make her live on the street. And about my whore wife she will always be with me. After using her to my heart's content I will throw away her from my life. That's how my revenge will be fulfilled. And about Agnish, he has already started regretting his birth. More treatments are coming for him very soon.

Jorge's grin drops instantly—his expression twisting into something dark and unhinged as Aiden's words echo through the phone. “What do I want? Revenge.You took my wife from me, Aiden. You gunned her down like she was nothing. So now… I take yours.And trust me… she’ll suffer so much worse than a quick bullet.Come find us, bastard. Let’s see how protective you really are when your little doll is screaming for you.” Aiden:-“I didn’t kill your damn wife okay? I didn’t fucking kill her. Just leave her please”.

' Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, curiosity replacing amusement now. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not interested,” I replied. I didn’t wait for him to respond before turning to walk away, feeling their stares on my back and hearing their thoughts trail after me. 'Who is this woman?' 'We need to find out who she is.' Damien said nothing, but I could still feel his attention long after I had left. By the time I got back to my car, the divorce papers in my hand felt heavier than before. To divorce Phillip had been my initial plan and a simple way out, but that wouldn't be enough, because Phillip hadn't just betrayed me, he had killed me, and a divorce? That was just mercy and Phillip didn’t deserve

I still wish things were different. I mean, the fall could have been so much worse. I could have died. But the first thing he does when I wake up isn’t relief—it’s manipulation. Twisting the truth, testing what I remember, trying to cover up what really happened. He chose her. Over me. Over his own wife. The woman who gave up everything for him, who stood by him no matter what, who never once turned her back on him. And this is what I get in return. If there was ever a part of me that believed there was still something good left in him—something worth holding on to—that illusion is gone now.

"I've been preparing to take back what they stole from me. My husband. My family. My life." I turned to face her fully, something shifting inside me like tectonic plates rearranging. "But that life was never worth fighting for. Stefan never loved me, not really. My parents never saw me, not clearly. Rose never considered me her sister, only an obstacle." I moved to the window overlooking Manhattan's glittering expanse. A view fitting for who I was becoming. Not Camille Lewis, forgotten daughter and discarded wife. But Camille Kane, heir to an empire, architect of vengeance.

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