Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret Novels & Stories

She could not say no to the bond between her, Aria, and him. “Did it feel good? Do you want another round before we go to Grandma’s?” This time, a dark red glint was blatantly obvious in his eyes. She nodded and said, weakly, “Yes. I’m satisfied.” A second had barely passed when he said deeply, “Do you regret retrenching me now that you’re satisfied with my performance?” Everything fell silent, and he just stared into her eyes intensely. She could feel the fire in him. One that burned savagely, with a flame that would never extinguish. A desire for revenge was rampaging in him.

The man who had knelt in the garden and begged for forgiveness. It was all a lie. Every moment. Every word. Every tear. He had never loved me. He had never regretted a thing. I had been nothing but a tool. I felt the rage and grief warring inside me, threatening to tear me apart. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not here. Not now. "I'm done," I said, my voice low and steady. "Done?"

"I won't make that mistake again." I looked at him. His thin face in profile. The dark circles that hadn't faded. The tension in his jaw that might never fully release. A man who had spent nine years building an empire of revenge and was now sitting in a car at eighty miles an hour learning that the war he'd been fighting was always smaller than the one his wife had been fighting from a kitchen table. "I know you won't," I said. "Because if you do, I'll disappear again. And this time Naomi won't tell you where."

I never forgot the people who had wronged me, and I never forgot the revenge that I sought. And so, I continued to play the part of the loving husband, all the while secretly plotting my revenge. I was a master of deception, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before I achieved my ultimate goal. One night, as we were attending a charity gala, I saw him. I saw the man who had wronged me, the man who had destroyed my family and my reputation. I felt a surge of anger and hatred, and for a moment, I forgot about my facade. I forgot about Brigitte and our perfect little life. All I could think about was revenge.

“Because I don't even have a single picture of you in my gallery, there's no reason for me to keep a shameful image of you in order to exact revenge on you. I'd rather just forget about you. What? Do you really think that I was the one who committed this heinous act? What in the name of all that is holy would possess me to act in such a way? Don't make me bust a gut laughing!” When Danica told Brendan to forget about it, she yelled back at her, ".I can just forget about it." "Danica Medina, would you be able to take a deep breath and try not to get so worked up? In addition to this, it is irrelevant to me whether I sit in your place or not because I abhor having food that has been left over

HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.” “Hate me, loathe me, cruse me, do whatever make you happy but this will not change that you are my wife, even after my death you will be my widow.” HIS MERCILESS REVENGE – A new tale of regret Rivansh Raichand – Mrunali Jindal “You know I can choose to end this when the example is in front of me that the fire of vengeance can only leave us in regret and pain and nothing else but this smile on y

All my classmates envied me and said that I married the right guy. However, what they didn't know was that James only married me to get revenge on me. He said so himself when he was drunk. To him, I was the one who took Nova's life away from her. If it weren't for me, her parents wouldn't have mistreated her and she wouldn't have dumped him because he was poor. "Mom..." Laura's voice brought me back to my senses and I lowered my head. "What's wrong, baby?" "I want to go home." Tears were welling up in Laura's eyes and she was trying her best not to cry.

Even if I wasn't sure of how I felt about him, he was a nice guy and for the first time, I really wanted to experience what genuine love was, but I could not bring myself to do it. 'I'm sorry, Knox. But I can't' Even after several hours, the pain in his eyes when I rejected him, was still living rent-free in my head, leaving me with nothing but guilt each time I thought about it. But then, I was given another chance to live for reason, and even if finding true love was going to be amongst that, getting my revenge should be my top priority, so I could not allow myself to get distracted. I took the bus today instead of a cab.

He shook my hand off then glared at me. “I have done what I came here to do and warned you. if you want to continue digging then be prepared to go to a funeral home to pick out a casket for your wife or son. Depending on what would cause more pain to you and satisfy him. but knowing him, he would go for your son knowing very well that your wife can’t have another child. Now that, is going to be the best revenge he can ever have on us.” He then walked away leaving me confused and angry. Who the hell was the “He” he was talking about. “Tell him to show his fucking face and stop being a coward!” I yelled after him before he rounded a corner.

I felt a sudden rush of fresh air within me, like the heat of being with him disappeared instantly. “Can you slow down?” Ryan called out, his voice cold but he didn't matter. And just as I had escaped someone as annoying as him. I saw something or rather someone else that would be my forever piss me off until my last breath. Reynold stepped out of his car. I stopped on my track, watching my ex husband through the transparent floor to ceiling exit door. The moment he turned around to open the car door for the pregnant Layla, her bump bigger than the last time I saw her. I felt a mix of rage and sadness in my heart.