Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Novelas e Histórias

Alfred screamed, veins bulging across his head and neck. He looked like a nightmare. Fear and anger played a violent game of chess in his eyes. He looked at Mary, hatred boiling in his heart. Why? "Why punish my unborn child and not me? I was the one who remarried, not the baby! Why harm the innocent child?" Mary could see the visible tears in his eyes. He had never shed a tear for her. Not even when her parents had kicked her out into the street. Not even that night when he had selfishly taken her pride and she had gripped the sides of the bed in pain.

I gritted through my teeth, “And if you think you can drag me through another scene like this—you’re wrong. Oh, you're wrong about those documents by the way, I'd never give you my sweat and blood without a fixed prenup. I'm not the same pathetic wife you locked up at home. Fuck off to your woman, or you want me to call her myself?” Not expecting this response, his nostrils flared and cheeks flushed with an emotion I couldn't wrap my finger around. However, the girl to the side clutched tighter to his hand, confused eyes moving from me to the other two women behind me. Sophia and Linda on the other hand shrunk from everyone's gazes, their smug from earlier gone as they turned on their heels.

Her voice sharpened as she pressed on: "And more than that, she tried to seduce my husband, Dad. She stooped that low. The fact that I haven't retaliated or destroyed her reputation yet is already more mercy than she deserves." "You expect me to deal with the consequences of her vile behavior?" Her tone rose, fierce and unyielding. Mark, visibly drained, rubbed his temples in exasperation. "Fine. What is it that you want?" He had no energy left for arguments-he just needed to resolve the fallout.

“Wait. Let me understand this clearly. You went there for revenge. Revenge, Evelyn. Capital R. And now you’re standing nose to nose with the same man you swore to destroy.” “It was a moment,” I snapped. “A stupid moment.” She leaned closer. “Moments don’t make your voice shake like that.” I folded my arms. “You’re enjoying this too much.” “Of course I am,” she said cheerfully. “You disappear for years, come back with vengeance in your eyes, and now you’re melting because of one man’s jawline.” “It wasn’t his jawline.” “Oh?” Her brows lifted. “Then what was it? His perfect sculpted abs!"

Without me. "What did I ever do wrong?" I whispered, voice breaking. "I was a good wife. A good mother. A good CEO. I gave them everything." My breath hitched, my vision blurring as I clutched the phone tighter to my chest. And for the first time in twenty years, Eleanor Harper—the woman who had everything—felt completely, utterly replaceable. I thought of divorce — a clean cut, public, final way, but I stopped myself. Divorce wasn’t revenge. They’d spin it into sympathy, fight for custody, drag my name through the mud, and walk away with half my life and the rest of my power. No. That would be too easy for them.

And she had no idea why. “And do you want to know why?” he continued, halting her straying thoughts. “Because I know what marriage means to you. I know what you've imagined your marriage to be. I know that you've dreamt about your wedding in a certain way. And that's why I'm here, to crush any chance of that dream manifesting. To make sure you never get the marriage you've encraved in your mind. To get you stuck in this loveless marriage forever… I know what that stupid word ‘love’ does to you. And knowing that you would never get that gives me the absolute form of satisfaction, my dearest wife. So buckle up and come to terms with your life because shedding tears isn't going to change the ou

Not uncoiling my arms beneath my breasts, I utter, “My intentions are pure. Not just when I'm drunk, I wouldn't want to touch you even in my senses. Don't I know how vicious of a threat you are?” I do not regret what I speak because the fury I am seeing boiling inside him satisfies my itching nerves. Of course, I am finding peace here. My husband might not have even thought that I would definitely take revenge in the room for his actions on the dining table. I can see him on fire. Of course, all thanks to my sweet tongue and savage attitude. Machis to yuhi badnam hai, jalaane ke liye to mera tevar hi kaafi hai. Oh, I need to pat my back for using the dialogue at such a right time.

“No, don't say that. You’re going to be fine, I promise.” “I don’t think I ever want to be fine, Elena. I’m tired. I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of being the wife of my husband.” She replied, completely frustrated and hopeless. I leaned in. “Then fight. Fight and make sure you stay alive to deal with your husband accordingly. That is the best revenge you can ever have against him because if you die now, you would’ve suffered for nothing.” She sighed. “Oh, Elena, how in the hell do I begin to do that?”

"You know, for a while I thought all of this was for brother’s sake. Even up until recently I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt, but I was right from the start. Mr. Frank Ingram, I see nothing but an idle old man with too much time on his hands." "You ungrateful brat. Do you think any of these people will stay by your side when they..." "Find out I'm not your daughter?" The words leave my lips warm and for a second the thought made me somewhat relieved. Happy almost. Our eyes meet and his shock is evident. Imagine this was all there was. What all of this boiled down to. A jaded husband's revenge towards a dishonest wife and her bastard child.

I stated flatly, my voice stressed and drained. “When did you start addressing that whore as your wife? The marriage is all a shab…” “She isn't a whore!” I cut him off. “If you have nothing reasonable to say, I'm hanging up.” “You are not trying to back out of the revenge plan, right?” “My wife is struggling for her life in the hospital, and all you care about is some stupid revenge,” I growled, consumed by anger. “If she dies, it makes things better. I intend on wiping out the entire family and anyone who tries to stop me from the surface of the earth.”