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

Gradually, I lifted my gaze at him and, my gosh, he was the perfect definition of a handsome man. His blue eyes were as though molded from a different cast. The sculpture did a great job in creating him. That look of his, he hadn't changed, as he obviously had girls and women drooling over him. He was the one, my nightmare. Was this a joke? Just when I had forgotten about his existence, he appeared again just three days before my wedding! It was time to stay strong and not let emotions engulf me. This might be my chance to get revenge and achieve my goal.

His both hands on the steering wheel. "I....I thought you ..were helping us ...." He says to have me smirk. "What can I say James. The world made a devil out of sweet person like me. And now....I can't help enjoy this game of revenge." "Your father...he deserved..all this ..he killed my wife....I don't regret what I did" "Neither do I" I say in a voice refined in coldness. Looking in front to finally reach the place I wanted to. The very cliff where it all started.

He gazes upon the defeated figure lying in the hospital bed, his former adversary now reduced to a fragile state. Regret begins to seep into Miguel's consciousness. He questions the validity of his actions, pondering the consequences of his relentless pursuit of vengeance. The gravity of his actions weighs heavily upon him as he realizes that he has become the very embodiment of the darkness he sought to combat. In the aftermath of the clash, Miguel's perspective begins to shift. He recognizes the futility and emptiness of his violent outburst. Revenge, he realizes, only begets more pain and suffering, perpetuating a never-ending cycle of violence.

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

"My Queen, I've asked you for forgiveness thousands of times for that story. I regret it; I swear to you it will never happen again." "Of course it won't happen again since you got what you wanted—your revenge!" "Yes, I got what I wanted. What did you want me to do? I'm sure you didn't want me to kill him. That's why you sent his wife to plead in his favor. What you didn't calculate is that I would take advantage of her presence to get my revenge! And you know what? To tell you the whole truth: I don't regret it in the least. If I had to do it over again, I would."

This time, I didn't resist "You're getting a divorce?" "Yes. Lucien is kicking me out of his life." I sigh, trying to fight the tears in my eyes. "It's only a matter of days before I'll be thrown out into the street with nothing." "With nothing?" His grip tightened on me. I could tell he was upset. Why does he care? "Surely you should have some compensation of some sort, considering the fact that your skunk of a husband cheats on you." "I can't get anything because I went into the marriage blinded by love!" I lashed. The silence resumed between us. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it off, hoping he didn't see it. He did. His gaze softened on me.

The man who had once looked at me with nothing but resentment was breaking right in front of me. “If only I hadn't been so stupid. If only I haven’t let you go and…” he voice broke more. And in some quiet corner of my heart, I believed him. That the regret was real. He had finally arrived at a reckoning—too late. But regret didn’t erase what he had done. It didn’t change what he was doing now.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

"Some say he's been watching you this whole time. Waiting." I kissed my mother's forehead. "I love you. Get some rest." "Elara. Be careful." "I'm always careful." She laughed weakly. "You married a billionaire for revenge. That's not careful. That's insane." "Maybe." I walked to the door. "But insane people win."

One day, without warning, he had filed for divorce, stripped her of the assets they had built together, and told her in a voice as cold as ice: “You are not worthy of being my wife. Leave my life and never return.” Those words had broken her. For months, she had grieved, feeling like she had lost not just a husband, but a part of herself. But she had chosen to move forward, to rebuild, and to forget the pain. She told herself that Kian Vance was nothing more than a bad memory—someone she should never think about again. Her phone rang, cutting through the quiet of her office. She picked it up, expecting a call from a client or her assistant. “Ms. Vance?” The voice on the other end was shaky,