Revenge Of The Fallen Wife Novels & Stories

The loud crash echoed through the mansion. Argan didn’t move. He just watched as his wife’s carefully built façade fell apart piece by piece. Revania’s shoulders shook as she screamed, her voice echoing through the hall. “If I fall… all of you fall with me!” Her eyes glistened, not with sorrow but with defiance — the last spark of control in a woman who had lost everything. She pointed a trembling finger toward Argan and Damien. “You think this is over? I made this family what it is! Without me, it’s nothing!”

My husband. “VALEN!” The scream ripped from me before I could think. Her gasp was small, fleeting. Instead of fear, her expression shifted quickly, like someone slipping on a different mask. She looked at me with slow, deliberate mockery, scanning me from head to toe, smirking like she’d already won. “Well, look who crashed our party.” She turned to Valen with a lazy smile. “Your foolish garbage of an ex-wife finally crawled back from the dead.” The word ex-wife hit like a slap. My chest seared.

, it’s best you don’t bring up the past. Those days were when I, Vivian Carter, was blinded by foolishness, and I still feel disgusted thinking about them." The old man clearly didn’t believe my words were sincere and continued, "If you and Dominic want to remarry, I won’t oppose it. But I absolutely will not allow a woman who has disrespected the Blackwood family to enter our doors!" I raised an eyebrow. No wonder Dominic had been so confidently charming in front of me; it seemed to be a family trait. "Sir, the moment I stepped out of the Blackwood family’s door, I never thought about turning back. You don’t need to give me any special treatment." "Heh, so you’re saying you’re determined to

It also makes him quite obsessed with strengthening his position in the family. “My son realized where he came from and repeatedly blamed me.” Again, the woman let the tears roll down her cheeks. “I can’t turn back to the past. Loneliness and despair brought me to this position,” she whispered softly. “Gio wouldn’t even touch me, and he kept his word by loving Cinzia alone.” It was then that Gavin and the others saw that a wounded woman could do anything for revenge. It made him think not to hurt any woman after returning from there.

As Ava regained what was rightfully hers Liams haughtiness crumbled and his meticulously constructed empire shook beneath him. He stopped laughing smugly and fell silent in desperation. He wouldnt anticipate it. Ava would appear before him as the ferocious unstoppable force she had once been rather than the lost woman she was now. And I—. I would be the one to make it happen. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the dressers edge. Despite the raging storm inside of me my breathing remained steady. This was not an act of retaliation. Justice was served here. Regarding retaliation I would allow Ava to act when the time is appropriate. She deserved to be known to Ava.

Axton and Evelyn stood side by side, looking down at the floor with contempt for a woman who could not have offspring. Angelina was disposed of like a carcass that smelled, as if something disgusting must be destroyed immediately. "You've dared to lie to me all these years! Now bear the consequences!" Axton grumbled, not feeling sorry for his wife at all. With her face flushed with tears, Angelina replied, "But I'm still your wife, Axton!" "Anyone who dares to deceive me is my enemy!" Axton said.

Alfred screamed, veins bulging across his head and neck. He looked like a nightmare. Fear and anger played a violent game of chess in his eyes. He looked at Mary, hatred boiling in his heart. Why? "Why punish my unborn child and not me? I was the one who remarried, not the baby! Why harm the innocent child?" Mary could see the visible tears in his eyes. He had never shed a tear for her. Not even when her parents had kicked her out into the street. Not even that night when he had selfishly taken her pride and she had gripped the sides of the bed in pain.

In Amanda's eyes now only the silhouette of Gregori remained. The two of them did not expect that, in the mirror outside the door, a figure of a woman in a white shirt was looking at them angrily. The woman with gray-green skin, black hair falling down to her back, shed blood-red tears of hatred. The ghost slowly stepped out of the mirror, lurking outside the door, causing all the electricity in the house to flicker as if the power was so high that it could burn at any time. But a cold breath from the door filled the place where the two were sitting. Is this a ghost who died due to hatred, so he hates any happy couple?

Just like her family had said many years ago, she was indeed stupid to have trusted Finn Smith's goodness for it was bad. Really, Finn! She thought to herself. She had really been too naive to trust him. "Those who are pitiful are spiteful!" She recalled her grandfather saying. She glanced at the documents, and muttered, "I would sign them, not out of defeat, but as a symbol of my determination to rebuild my life and seek revenge for all my misfortunes. Kayla had awakened a sleeping lioness and she shouldn't be scared to face the consequences that came with her actions.

“Yes, a woman I married because of her father's money amd influence. I divorced her when she began to bore me. Thankfully, she hadn't given me any children. The woman in my room now is her sister. I don't have any excuse to throw her out yet" Emile stared at me in horror. “I never said I was a good man, Emile". I said. She looked away. Her expression said it all. She thought I was. Even though I had a woman she thought was my wife and I wanted to sleep with her she thought I was still good. Oddly, I hated her disappointmemt. I felt like reasurring her of my non existent good nature. I nuzzled her neck instead. “Maybe I'm reaping the results for all my bad behaviour". **