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

The weight of the past pressed between them, thick as honey, slow as a storm rolling in. Maria exhaled, her fingers tightening around the crystal glass in her hand. “Let me start by saying I’m sorry for what I did to you.” Her voice held none of the saccharine sweetness of false remorse, just the raw edge of something real. “I shouldn’t have taken your husband. I regret it.” Elowen chuckled, low and soft, tapping a manicured nail against the porcelain of her cup. “No, you did me a favor by taking that garbage off my hands.”

I can’t shake the impression that she remembers not only our marriage but also the pain I once inflicted, the mistakes that still haunt me, and she wants to have nothing to do with me. Guilt and regret surge through me with each recollection. I recall how my ambition, my insatiable hunger for vengeance, blinded me to the needs and emotions of the one I once vowed to cherish. In my reckless pursuit of greatness, I hurt her profoundly—driving her away and leaving scars that time has yet to heal. The bitter irony is that she paid the ultimate price for my blindness, and now, that memory gnaws at my conscience with relentless persistence.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

“It was brutally cruel. Even if it hasn't been with my sister or only been one time and not anything he did for eleven months. I would never go back to him after what he did to me that night. He broke me, he knew it and he didn't care. He reached for her hand and squeezed them between his large ones. “I am sorry for upsetting you. I thought it's best you know. She nodded, I appreciate your honesty, Nichole and I'm grateful. This entire situation is difficult but I'm trying to find a new purpose and new goals. “You know the best revenge is to move on with your life ,” he kissed her fingertips.” “And I am,” she nodded, but sometimes I really want to just stick it up his ass.” She saw the amuse

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

"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

Remon looked at me, and he seemed to be watching what I had to say. That was my thought when he married Dana, relocated my children, retaliated, and revealed what he had lost in his life. Back then, for me. All I want is to get revenge, but now. I thought revenge had no good destination. We are both victims. Remon is not okay when he decides to take his own life. So there is nothing to blame, and nothing will be done if we both regret it at this time.

Tomorrow is a big day for her though the marriage might be a sham but she's still getting married. Once upon a time she had wanted to get married to the love of her life live life like every normal girl and have a complete family. But who was she kidding her life is far from normal, yes she's marrying a man who was once the love of her life. Right now she felt nothing for him all she craves is revenge revenge revenge. And she's going to get it…. The car finally came to a halt in front of an impressive glass-walled building, where a valet stood ready to assist her.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!