Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Novels & Stories

"It's okay, no problem. Besides, I won't be home until late either. Just be careful on the road. See you later at home." "Yeah, Honey. I've missed you so much." Right after the phone call ended, Aurora felt like vomiting. She was disgusted to find her husband clearly lying to her. For God's sake, Aurora swore she would get revenge. This time, Alex and Nicole had to feel the suffering she had endured. "Done with the call?" Rayyen asked, laughing. "Now, what do you want to discuss with me this time?" That afternoon, Aurora kept her promise to visit Rayyen's office. If before, she had cried telling about the problems in her marriage, now Aurora looked different. From the flash in her eyes, it w

I turned my face back to the ocean, letting the wind whip through my hair, the salty air stinging my lips. The tide rolled in and out, rocking with the same rhythm my heart refused to settle into. "My life ended the day my husband and my son tossed me aside like garbage," I whispered, the words slipping out like venom disguised as confession. "After that, I lived for one purpose—revenge. But now, with my son back in the picture, I have to be less reckless… smarter. Because the people I want to burn like to play dirty." Silence stretched between us. Kendrick didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, eyes heavy with a weight I couldn’t place.

“That easy, huh?" “Not easy. But necessary.” She grabbed the bottle of wine from the table, refilling my glass before topping off her own. “Do you know what the perfect revenge is?” I raised an eyebrow. “Please, enlighten me, oh grand master of relationships.” Blair’s grin was wicked. “Fucking someone better.” I choked on my sip of wine, coughing as I set my glass down. “Jesus, Blair.”

Digby thought on his feet quickly and raised his voice, "You slut! You took advantage of me while I was drunk. I didn't think you'd actively seek to upset my wife to the point that she miscarried. I have to get revenge for my dead child!" After hearing this, many who had been willing to help were hesitant. That woman was a mistress who had ruined someone else's household and caused a miscarriage for the man's wife? Then there was no reason to feel sorry for her.

She swore to God: knowing you have the back of an almighty pugilist to duck behind is the most empowering thing in the world! The corner of Jackson’s lips twitched involuntarily. It was so like his wife to remember every single transgression someone made just so she could make them taste retribution later! When the mother watched her husband’s new pretense as an obsequious yes-man despite them humiliating him, her growing spleen blew up. “Are you people bloody nuts? My son is the one who’s the victim, yet you’re asking us to say sorry and repay you?! And to touch my husband with that dirty han—”

She wore an emotionless expression on her cold face, the coldness was still very much visible even though she was wearing very heavy makeup that hid her true face. “Been waiting too long for this. throwing some punches in the air would relieve my loneliness as well as stress, it's been a while I did something to cater to my mental health. Let's do this!” Jacob exclaimed in an ecstatic voice as he slammed on the gas excitedly. Jacob has always been a great lover of revenge.He loved to return the same energy that was given to him as he has always found himself in situations that threw stones at him. Due to this, he had to fight to keep his safety as well as sanity in check.

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.

“That’s impossible. Everyone says he is a good person.” “Everything you see is just an act,” Kian said bitterly. “Behind that perfect mask, he is greedy, cruel, and ruthless. He has wanted my company, my assets, everything I own, for years. A long time ago, he offered to buy all my shares at a price far lower than what they were worth. When I refused him, he threatened me. He told me he would do whatever it took to get what he wanted, no matter what methods he had to use.” Everything finally started to make sense in Elara’s mind. The threats Kian received, the sudden distance between them, the divorce, Elena’s betrayal, the attack on Kian… all of it was part of Rutherford’s cruel, calculated

She grinned. Reluctantly, Zion and Amanda picked up their silverware, continuing to eat even though their appetites had diminished. They didn't want to hurt Ayva, who had put so much effort into preparing the meal. As they ate, Ayva decided to change the topic, hoping to lighten the atmosphere. "So, a few days ago, I came across something interesting online," she began, taking a sip of her orange juice. "There was this woman who caught her husband in bed with his mistress, and she was seeking advice on how to get back at him." Ayva watched Zion and Amanda closely, noticing their shocked and uncomfortable expressions. The room seemed to grow colder as their guilt and surprise became apparent.

Her voice sweet, but everyone in that room knew her heart was cold. Next to her, Mr. Norman of the Galen family leaned back in his chair, his thick hands gripping the armrest. His face was red, full of anger. The Galens had lost the most in the recent attacks—businesses burned, secrets leaked to the press. His pride was in pieces, and he wanted revenge. At the far end, opposite Julian, sat Henry Brown, the head of the Brown family. His eyes were tired, but the hatred inside them still burned like fire. He tapped his fingers on the table, slow and hard, as if each tap was a warning.