Revenge On The "perfect" Husband Novels & Stories

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.

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!"

“You know why? Because my son was exactly as weak as his mother, and he thought that my hitting her was some form of crime. I did all that to shape him into the perfect man, but he took his mother’s side. And to add insult to injury, he dared fall in love with you.” His tone lowered, but he didn't make a move towards me; not yet, at least. “I found out the early bits hours after she gave up the ghost. My wife didn’t want to waste a moment.” He chuckled crazily again. “So when she suddenly awoke, I knew the universe had given me another way to exact my revenge on her, and her entire fucking stuck-up family of aristocrats.

Especially since I know that was in the guest room, probably texting her—probably laughing at how desperate his wife was. My fingers curled into the sheets, nails digging into it as my eyes closed briefly to block out the mental image. I couldn't just sleep with Christian and call it even. That wasn't enough. I mean, it felt so goddamn good. I never want it to end, but…this was clearly a revenge plan. If there was anything those two were afraid of losing, it was their reputation. Their face. Their pride. I wasn't going to let them have control anymore. I wasn't going to be the pathetic wife who let love walk all over me. I wasn't going to let my son grow up thinking that woman was better tha

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.

"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.