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

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

He shouted, “How could you go back to that horrible man? How could you forget everything I did for you and the kids?! How could you?!” “I did nothing to you, Myron. This marriage was one of convenience and strictly for revenge. It's over now, let go!” I retorted. He shook his head, “No, it's not. Your revenge is over but mine isn't. In fact, mine just began.” “What revenge are you talking about?” He smirked, “You didn't think I just came to help you, did you?” I hit him on the chest repeatedly, “You rascal! I hate you, Myron!”

Hello, dearest readers. I can’t believe I’m writing this… the final note for Ex-Husband’s Regret: Revenge So Sweet. It’s hard to describe what I’m feeling right now. There’s a quiet ache in my chest, a sense of pride, love, and yes — a little sadness — because saying goodbye to these characters, to this journey, isn’t easy. Isabel, Alexander, Scarlett, Sterling, Aurora… and Roy. They’ve all become so real to me. And I know they became real to you too.

Simon took a step closer to him, his eyes hardened and filled with determination, like he had just found a new purpose. "She was once mine, David; she will be mine again." Simon whispered back to him. It was not just regret anymore; it was survival, it was love—twisted, maybe, but it felt real this time, Simon thought. With that said, Simon turned and walked away, a very confused William hurrying after him. "What just happened?" William asked, adding, "Are you getting your ex-wife back? have you forgotten all about the attack?" The suspicion, the betrayal, and the fact that his organization hung on a thread did not change Simon's heart. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted her ba

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.

Asking him months ago— “What if I’m not really his daughter? What if I’m not the right person for your revenge?” He hadn’t listened. Hadn’t wanted to. And now the weight of every scar on her body, every flinch, every time she looked at him like he was a stranger—it all came rushing back. Roman let out a low breath. His shoulders dropped, but it wasn’t relief. It was something else. Regret.. The knife in his hand didn’t tremble. It moved with purpose.

"But somewhere between revenge and morning, something changed. What started as payback became something real. What started as wrong became something right. And the woman who came to me seeking revenge became the woman I couldn't imagine living without." He looked at Olivia. "So my toast today is to unexpected beginnings. To relationships that start wrong but become right. To finding love in the last place you expected. And to my wife....who reminds me every day that sometimes the best things in life come from the most unexpected places." "To Olivia," he finished. "My revenge. My redemption. My everything." Everyone raised their glasses, and Olivia felt tears streaming down her face. Because

"If I wanted to hurt Hunter for sleeping with Ezma, I would have done it two and half years ago. I wouldn't wait all these years in anticipation that one day Hunter MacIntyre will have a wife, he will divorce her, and then I'll get to use her for my revenge." "Let's be real, I wasn’t even sure Hunter would ever get married, let alone use his ex-wife to get revenge on him." His outburst left Claire speechless. The room was consumed by an enlarging silence. Although it was eerily quiet, his words still boomed in the forefront of her mind. Her face grew calm, her breath evened out, and the fiery rage that had consumed her slowly released its hold. Fury was replaced by regret in her eyes. Her la

“And that very envy is going to be the end of him. I’m going to make them regret everything they’ve done.” She walked into view, not rushing her steps. Then slowly, she climbed onto my thigh, settling herself steadily and sliding her fingers into my hands. I brushed my thumb in the middle of her palm, just enjoying the calmness of being with my wife. “And I support you. They’re watching themselves wither, and there is nothing better than that. By the end of all this, they’re going to know they messed with the wrong couple.” I nodded. “Definitely, they must regret their actions and regret even the day they started planning them.”

Even if he was, was she ready to face all that would come with getting married to him? She shook her head and turned around to look at him. "I can't do it." "You can't or you won't?" he arched his brows. "Think about this for a moment, Jessica. You would finally be able to get your revenge against Nicholas. You would be able to make him pay for leaving you for your cousin. Doesn't the idea of seeing him suffer and fall to his knees after what he has done to you excite you?" He gritted his teeth as he narrowed his eyes and stared blankly into space. "He would have to address you as his older brother's wife. Nothing will break him more than that."