Revenge On Ex Gf Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said with a firm nod. “I think I should tell you why I am doing this.” I paused and smirked again. The innocent girl who was madly in love with Logan Wesley, now feels only hatred for him, “I want to show my asshole for a husband that he has committed a hazardous mistake by betraying my love and trust. Revenge tastes sweeter when it’s served cold. Logan Wesley will realise it tomorrow.”

My kids who were nowhere to be seen, and my ex husband who framed me just to get married to my stepsister. Thinking about everything as past sceneries replayed in my head only brought back the pain, anger and hurt I was feeling. Along with all distateful emotions, the beats of the drum playing the sound of revenge kept ringing in my ears as I found myself gritting my teeth. I was never going to forget my revenge for everything they had made me go through. Not now, not ever!

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

It was low, careful, respectful. “Mark Thompson.” “Obviously, but who are you?” “I’m Hazel’s ex boyfriend. The one she cheated on with Christian.” Chloe’s eyes widened slightly. “Okay… so…” “Exactly. We were both wronged from how I see it. And I would love to assume that I’m not the only one with a burning thirst for revenge.” “What exactly are you hinting at?” “She stole your man. And Christian stole what was mine. But unlike you, I don’t want her back, not after what she did to me. I only want to see her suffer.”

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

“Respectfully, I’m going to pass.” Keith frowns. “Well, respectfully, you don’t have much of a choice. Your job is to curate our shows. That’s exactly what you’ll be doing with Conrad?—” “Who is my ex.” I pick my pen back up to repeatedly tap against my planner so I’m not tempted to stab it through the table—or, better yet, through either Tweedle’s throat. “My lying, cheating, manipulative ex who is just this side of a restraining order.”

“That would mean I’m getting a custom version of Sienna because you are mean to me.” I laughed. “You know, funnily enough, when I signed your contract, getting revenge on my ex was one of my biggest motivations. I knew I would need money to make it happen.” “So what changed?” I sighed. “I’m over it. I just want to focus on my life and make it better. I can’t do that if I’m fixated on someone else’s.” “I understand,” he said calmly. “Give it enough time, though, and I'll have you wanting revenge again. I always get my pound of flesh.”

"Don't you want to take revenge on your ex-husband and that cheap woman, Angelina?" Angelina stared at Hans seriously. Her mouth stopped chewing. Her memories replayed the sad scenes of her life. The punishments she had endured, the hurtful insults that had been hurled at her, and the misunderstandings deliberately created by Moreen to make her look bad in the eyes of the Almero family—she could never forget any of it. Unconsciously, tears trickled down Angelina's cheeks. "I want their lives to be far more shattered than mine, Hans!" she said, roughly wiping her cheeks with her bare hands.

This time, I didn't resist "You're getting a divorce?" "Yes. Lucien is kicking me out of his life." I sigh, trying to fight the tears in my eyes. "It's only a matter of days before I'll be thrown out into the street with nothing." "With nothing?" His grip tightened on me. I could tell he was upset. Why does he care? "Surely you should have some compensation of some sort, considering the fact that your skunk of a husband cheats on you." "I can't get anything because I went into the marriage blinded by love!" I lashed. The silence resumed between us. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it off, hoping he didn't see it. He did. His gaze softened on me.

"I know. Now leave. I have a date to prep for." The door closes. I'm alone with the taste of victory and the ghost of his cologne hanging in the air. I reach for my phone and call Sofia explaining everything to her while I watch Adrian descend in the elevator. For a while, Sofia was silent. "Sofia?" "You're playing with fire, Elena." "I'm a tech CEO. I know how to handle heat." "That's not what I mean." Her voice softens. "He's the only man who ever made you cry. And now you've invited him back with instructions to watch you with someone else. That's not revenge, Elena. That's—"