Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He had put me through a lot in these last few years to just hit some sort of jackpot which was me. He had put me through a lot to be getting married to me. With each step I took, my anger intensified. The pain in my heart increased and I suddenly got flashbacks from years ago. I was suddenly reminded of how harshly he had treated me. He didn't deserve all of these. Not at all. Did he forget? Since our reunion, he had never made mention of that day. He had never talked about it to me. All he did was act like we'd been best buddies. Like we had hung out as best friends in school. What gave him the audacity?

I stated flatly, my voice stressed and drained. “When did you start addressing that whore as your wife? The marriage is all a shab…” “She isn't a whore!” I cut him off. “If you have nothing reasonable to say, I'm hanging up.” “You are not trying to back out of the revenge plan, right?” “My wife is struggling for her life in the hospital, and all you care about is some stupid revenge,” I growled, consumed by anger. “If she dies, it makes things better. I intend on wiping out the entire family and anyone who tries to stop me from the surface of the earth.”

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

She picked it up and walked away before I could even explain myself. Her calls are more important than me and she doesn't fail to brush me like I'm nothing to her. My head nods in deflect acceptance with my knuckles squeezed tightly resisting the urge and the anger to hit something. My dear loving wife doesn't even give me an audience. Our marriage is in shambles. At the point of both anger and humiliation bestowed upon me by my wife. My phone rang. The light lightened up my screen, the caller Mr James Turner. Probably it's time not to ignore him anymore, it's time to do the things I love instead of chasing shadows.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

The house where I'd tried so hard to build a family, where I'd given everything and received nothing in return. "They're going to pay for this," I said quietly, my hands clenched in my lap. "For everything they've done." Sophia glanced at me, something fierce and approving in her expression. "Damn right they are." I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Revenge would come later, I promised myself. Alex thought he could discard me like trash, thought I was too weak and broken to fight back. He was wrong. But first, I needed to heal. I needed to rebuild myself, to remember who I was before I became Mrs. Alex Hayes.

As I restarted the car and pulled slowly back onto the road, I glanced at the rearview mirror again, just in case. Whoever it was—they made a mistake tonight. They should’ve finished what they started. Because now I’m not just planning revenge. I’m watching back too.

“Can you stop playing with me? If this is your way of getting back at Dame, this is not the way to do it. Do you know what this would result in?” “No, I don’t. You want to tell me about it?” My question took him by surprise. “I don’t know what you think this is, but you are very mistaken. This is an actual company, not a playground. My late husband spent money and time bringing the glory of this company back. So you think I will throw that all away for petty revenge? I don’t care whatever it is Dame might be, he doesn’t deserve that position….”

“But not a single moment we shared. Not one touch, not one kiss, not one second of feeling like I belonged somewhere… with you.” He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward—slowly—closing the space between us. The heat of his body burned against mine. His breath mingled with mine, shallow and heated. I could see it—the war inside him. Then his voice, low and grating: “Was the revenge everything you hoped it would be?” I blinked back tears. “Revenge was a mistake I’ll regret for the rest of my life. It didn’t bring me peace. It just left me empty.”

my hands moved flared in the air as I motioned between them and me, “a second chance, I will forget everything and perform my duties as a wife, only if you execute your responsibilities as my husband.” I wouldn’t forget anything, the more I look at their faces, the more resentment confines me. I seek revenge, where I would be their demise. Their actions induced such fear in me that I couldn’t think that I would ever live, but not anymore. I would destroy them in a way that they would finally understand why there’s calm before the storm. Remember and recover, that would be my sole purpose. Do not forgive and forget.