Revenge On Cheating Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Katherine's POV If anyone had told me that one day, I'd be betrayed and replaced by my own husband. I would have fought them in his defense, probably beat them up to a pup, because I loved my husband so much and I trusted him with all my heart. I loved him enough to settle down as a housewife, allowed for a surrogate mother because I couldn't bear his heir. I did whatever he told me to do because I was his wife and I loved him dearly. I went as far as shutting out my family from my life because they thought Reynold was a nobody and they didn't want us together.

"Only if you let them. Ethan mistreated you, I would never do that I would show them just how valuable and important you are. And even if they still didn't like you no one would dare say a negative word to you, not even Ethan himself. Think of it optimistically." "There is no optimism. I got rejected by my husband and suddenly I'm married to his brother? How did that happen?" "Love?" He shrugged with a half smile. "We'll tell them I've always loved you. It could even be the reason I left the pack. Even when we were children Ethan was always jealous of everything I had. It would be the perfect revenge against Ethan. Seeing you happy with me." That made me pause, the idea of getting revenge on

Anthony asked while holding his cup of coffee and staring at me. My plan? I stirred the iced tea I was drinking with its straw. "Revenge, I want to see him suffer!" I answered him and then I took a sip of the iced tea I was drinking. I want to see him suffer and experience what I felt when I lost Yumi. Anthony slowly put his coffee cup on the table and looked at me seriously. "Are you sure of what you want to do to take revenge on your husband?" Anthony asked me again, he has asked me this several times but I still have the same answer.

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 mused within myself as my conscience began to judge me. “I don’t think it’s right for me… it’s not right for me to betray my husband.” I stated out loud, but I swiftly shook my head sideways. “I caught him cheating just two weeks ago, despite when he even claimed he doesn’t want to have sex for a whole month just to preserve himself for us to have a better time.” I whispered as I slowly began to make up my mind. The memory of his betrayal made heat flood my core, and I felt my pussy grow wetter, as if my body was demanding revenge through pleasure

she scowled at me and went back to sit on the couch. "How are you so calm?. If he keeps doing this shit it will get worse, just reject him and get over with it. I can't bare to see you get hurt," she snarled.the bruises on my stomach were tender and I winced as I rubbed my finger over them. "No, i won't reject him, Let him keep cheating on me, it's not like I can control what he does and also,if he keeps cheating on me, I will also do the same,i will find myself an handsome omega and I will have an affair with him. That would be the perfect revenge." I replied with an evil grin.

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.

“Nothing important. I can’t help but get angry whenever I think about how Celine destroyed my life. I want to kill her every time I see her face, but I am being patient because I will have all the time when I get out of this place to make her life miserable.” “That is the reason why I always play it safe all the time, I don’t entertain women. They are always a distraction that ends up messing up with your life. All they are good at is to be laid .I don’t want to ever get involved with any of them. “Yeah I think you are right. Accepting her as my wife because of my parents was the worst decisions ever. But how would I have known that she will end up being a thorn in my flesh? All she had to d

I repeated in a whisper. I felt his hand on my back, softly at first, then stronger when I didn't pull away. “Yes, beautiful. Revenge.” His hand moved down to my waist, where there was an opening in my dress, and I shivered when I felt his bare hand on my skin. “You should reciprocate, don’t you think?” “Are you telling me to cheat on my husband?” I whispered. I gasped softly when I felt his hand slip lower. “No, beautiful. I’m asking you to reciprocate.”

His head lowered, his hand clenched, he stood rigid. Eyes looked at each other, and the heels started to spun to leave the couple's personal space. Someone patted his shoulder in sympathy. The man appeared helpless thanks to his cheating wife. Boom*** His rage high up and hand landed on her right cheek. He slapped his wife. Stunned. People rooted to the ground. "You, cheating whore." He cursed shaking like a leaf. She stood there holding her hot cheek. Tears rolled down from her eyes. He raised his hand once more, this time stopping in the middle.