Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Novels & Stories

I want her to feel what my wife felt. I'm going to lock the door. That way, no one will come to disturb us. I pull the empty bed that is hidden a few meters from us. I pull it, and his wife looks at me, she hasn't understood yet. When her eyes fall on the bed, she looks at me and asks: - Auracio... what is this bed doing here? She starts backing away towards her husband who is trying to break free. I burst out laughing; I think I've found my ideal revenge. Yes, he will taste what he made me go through.

My anger curls into curiosity. “All Marion needs is to think her perfect husband’s a cheat. Let’s give her a reason.” I feel his arm slide around me, his mouth brushing my bare shoulder. The idea blooms in my mind, dark and terrible. “But how does that help you?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “This sounds like my fantasy. You’re not exactly invested in my heartbreak.” “No,” he says with a smirk. “But I do enjoy revenge. She stabbed me, remember? That bitch

“People are jealous and would say anything to hurt you. that is not and will never be in your level. Don’t let what he said bother you. we are not responsible for whatever he is accusing you of.” I turned to my son. “Take her to her room and go back to work.” He nodded taking his sister upstairs. I took my phone and dialled my husband, but it rang behind me. I turned and he was closing the door. He looked exhausted, my poor husband. It was one thing after the other with his family. “Why were you calling me, did you need something?” “I needed you, come on.” I walked out going back to the patio with my husband following behind. Before he could even sit, I asked. “Who did we kill?” he stopped a

I mean, yes, I was one of those seeking absolute revenge on him so that he might learn his lesson, but now his wife has found herself in the midst of a murder accusation. That was pitiful. So, I decided to release my grip on revenge for the moment and just mind my own business. Making this new business flourish, just like my other businesses, was all I aimed for right now. “You fucking monster, you killed two people,” my I*******m account was bombarded.

For us, tonight I would forget that I was Habbab Arslan, I would only be a husband, loving his wife, even if our marriage was fake, I would give my all tonight. "Before we start, Melek, I want to make something very clear to you, what is going to happen in this cabin, will stay in this cabin. understood?" She, as if she didn't understand what I was saying, simply nodded quickly. I took her hand and invited her to stand in front of me. The time had come for me to sleep with my wife, just to complete a plan that had been years in the making. But I had to admit that inside me there was a feeling beyond that, beyond revenge. I wanted Melek. She was not a thin woman, on the contrary there was mor

Harah shook her head at her sister's behavior. "I'm proud of nothing but myself. And I'm thankful that I'm not like you. Plastics and things made of rubber, when burned, the stench is worse than plastic. So don't clean yourself up too much. Because your smell is nauseating. Yourself can't criticize your stench." Harah replied annoyed but she didn't generalize. Her face remained blank. Whenever Harah actually sees the people who were cruel to her before, her blood automatically boils. Especially the two sisters named, Marisol and Marites. She has not yet retaliated for what they did before. Today was Harah's chosen day for revenge. Marisol and Marites were so angry that they rushed at Harah a

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.

“In short: I’m not obedient enough.” She rolled her eyes so hard it was audible. “And he has the audacity to say that?” I stared down at my cup, swirling it slowly, my voice softening. “I haven’t even exposed his cheating yet. But he’s somehow comfortable enough to turn around and expect me to play along, like some perfect wife-and-mother act.” Maddie clicked her tongue. “Wow…sounds like you can’t even survive a day like that. So…how’s your revenge plan coming along?”

His grip tightened around me, firm, unyielding, and protective. I felt his chest rise sharply beneath my cheek. Then his head dipped closer, his voice low and fierce against my ear. “I promise you,” he said, every word heavy with restraint and rage. “I’ll give you a satisfying revenge.” I clutched him tighter as fresh tears spilled over, not from fear this time. From knowing I was finally safe. Knowing my husband was alive. Knowing Cornell had made the last mistake of his life. I nodded vigorously. I wanted him dealt with… even killed. I won't feel sorry for him.

“Really. Not the crusade speech we both know that you don’t give a fuck about the corruption or people “ I met his eyes. “Because Alfred took everything from me. And I want to take everything from him. That’s it. That’s the reason.” He absorbed that. “You really hate him.” “More than you can imagine. Yes I accept I’m not doing this people. I don’t care about anyone but my revenge on my husband “ “And what happens to me if we get caught?” “We won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of it.” “You can’t guarantee that.”