Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

“How? Were you unhappy? Was Judas husband treating you horribly or something? You have to tell me.” “He wasn’t. He was perfect until he wasn’t.” What does that even mean? That sounded so ominous. My stomach fell. I knew it, it was the husband and if I get my hands on him and his probably skinny and shitty ass, I will squeeze the life out of him. I run his hands through an electric slicer and his balls. I will make sure to kill him painfully. I will roll in his pathetic blood and laugh for centuries. People really got on my nerves honestly. What did he do to the poor guy now?

That bastard didn't only avoided the death but also came back to claim what was snatched by him once. His narrowed glaring eyes traveled to the woman who covered herself with the blanket before trying to get off the bed, he gritted his teeth, he never liked when something didn't go according to him, he had everything planned perfectly, he had avenged himself, taught that stupid man a lesson and even though it killed the last grain of sanity he was left with Max still didn't back away that night then how the fuck everything went flying away from his hands!? "Come here," His deep rusty voice made her flinch in response, she looked up at him with slightly scared eyes before hardly standing on h

"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

“Has it begun? Then be prepared. There’s no turning back now.” I let out a long breath and tucked my phone into the deepest drawer. This morning, I didn’t want to be the Ana consumed by vengeance. I just wanted to be me. The woman who had just surrendered a piece of her heart to the man who had always stood at the center of the storm in her life. But in the end, it was all part of perfecting the character I was building. The role of a good wife, played to perfection. Soft footsteps echoed from the hallway. I turned around.

He loosened the buttons near the wrist of his shirt once before his eyes settled on me first. And instantly, his expression hardened slightly. “You look upset.” The simplicity of the statement nearly made my throat tighten embarrassingly fast. Before I could answer, Chloe spoke first. “She saw the articles.” Drake’s gaze shifted toward Chloe slowly then toward Vivian. “What articles?” Chloe picked up her phone casually. “Apparently your wife is a manipulative gold digger destroying men emotionally across the city.” The silence afterward turned sharp instantly. Drake held his hand out calmly. “Phone.”

"That wife is just a tool. She deserves it!" Liam released Chloe and turned back to me. His expression was cold again. "Now you understand, right? Our marriage was a sham from the start. But why did you have to blow it all up?" he demanded. "We each got what we wanted. Couldn't we just leave it at that? You had to come here and make a scene. Are you happy now?" He wasn't guilty for being caught. He was annoyed. Annoyed that I’d crashed his perfect little world.

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.

She asked and I thought for a while. That was a very valid question, which I found very funny because I didn’t really think about it that much. I was only thinking about taking my husband to court, but I didn’t have a clear motive behind it. But now, thinking about it, I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted revenge. I wanted to see him suffer. I wanted to see him realize that he underestimated me. I wanted to see him realize that he had lost a rare gem. I wanted to see him hustle for scraps. I wanted to make sure that he really paid for what he did to me. And I didn’t want him to do it behind bars. That would be too easy for him. No, I wanted him to face the world, humiliated and broken. And

I needed to lose myself for a bit to forget the bone-deep hurt he was solely responsible for. I had left for good and should never have returned. I should have signed those goddamn papers instead of hesitating and wasting two damn weeks. Now I felt like a fool who couldn’t get her priorities straight. Stupid enough to go back to his agitating ass, hoping he would help in clearing this maze of emotions inside me. Though he helped me just fine. I knew now not to trust him ever again. “Let me guess, you just caught your ever-loving husband in bed with another woman and now you’re here to dull the pain and forget his cheating ass,” a deep voice rang into my ear and made me frown.

I asked, wishing it wouldn't be true. "Yes, it is. I know everything that goes on in that house; once, while I was sweeping the hallway, I overheard him on a call with someone; the conversation suggested that they were planning an attack." "If I were you, I'd never show my face in that office again, at least until you've had your revenge." She suggested. "I know I have a little vendetta with Thanes, but I am more particular about having my revenge on Mia and the stupid man I divorced!" I let out.