Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret Mga Nobela at Kwento

~Jessica~ I can’t believe I’m doing this, but as my body swims in a pool of desire and need, I can’t deny that I am. I’m about to have revenge sex with quite possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen, a man I barely know, and one that is, technically, still married. So am I, though. That’s kind of the point.

Her body betrayed her. “I missed you,” he breathed against her skin. “I missed you so much it hurts.” Her eyes fluttered closed. Then— His voice shifted. Echoes. Words from the past, venom reborn: “I regret marrying you—even for revenge.” “You’re the most selfish, cruel woman I’ve ever met.” “She’s just a mafia whore.” Rage detonated. Her elbow slammed into his ribs. He grunted, staggered. She spun—punched him in the gut. He hit the wall with a thud.

“I understand wanting revenge. I understand wanting justice for your mother. I understand hating them for what they did.” My chest tightens painfully. “But another part of me…” I shake my head slowly. “Another part of me feels like I’ve been standing in the middle of someone else’s war this entire time.” Marcus closes his eyes for a moment. “That’s not what this was,” he says quietly. “Isn’t it?” I ask. I look at him again. “You’ve been planning revenge for years. You’ve been watching them for years. You knew about my marriage, my father's company, my life… everything.”

he says reticently. Well, that certainly explains the levels he’s gone to, to find everything in and on this man. He’s a man seeking revenge and justice for his wife. I can understand that. Revenge is the number one motivator in this business, so this is hardly a revelation, but it does answer some of my questions. “My condolences on your loss,” I say politely.

The one reading this right now, probably at 2 AM when you should be sleeping but instead you're here wondering if Ivy's gonna make it, if Ares is going to survive, if Marcus is finally going to get what's coming to him, and if Vincent is sitting in his office realizing he just got his daughter killed with his stupid ego. (Spoiler alert for Book 2: Vincent is DEFINITELY having that realization. And it's going to destroy him. But we'll get to that later.) Let me tell you something about this story. When I first started writing "My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret," I thought it was going to be a simple revenge tale. You know—woman gets cheated on, woman gets strong, woman makes everyone regret underest

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

The most important element in my quest for revenge. She laughs, bitter. “Not in this dress, I’m not.” I thought as much. She thought it was just a joke. 'Then take it off.' I had told her. The words leave before I think them through. Not out of lust. Out of fury. At the thought of her wearing what they gave her. Wrapping her in silk that smelled like Grandmother’s poison. To me, it felt like mockery. How could they give my wife something that isn't worthy of the wife of Damien Lancaster to wear? I tell her we’ll burn it. That she’ll only wear what I give her from now on.

“This should be… memorable.” When the call ended, Julie—now head of PR for Aurelia Luxe—entered the office, iPad in hand. “I just saw the partnership details,” she said cautiously. “It’s his company. You okay?” Anne stood and walked to the window, staring out at the skyline she once knew. “I’m not just here for a project, Jules,” she said softly. “I’m here for closure. And revenge.” Julie lowered her voice. “You sure you’re ready for this? Seeing him again? Seeing them?”

"Elena sends her congratulations too. She wanted to come, but her clinic couldn't spare her this week. She made me promise to send pictures." I found myself, watching my family gathered around Jolene, genuinely overwhelmed by how far all of us had traveled from the cold, fractured people we'd been at the start of this marriage, Rebecca's careful cruelty, Hailey's practiced boredom, Victor's suspicious distance, myself locked entirely behind managed silence instead of honest feeling. Rebecca pulled me aside later that evening, once the initial celebration had settled into quieter conversation over dinner, something careful in her expression that told me she had more to say than she'd offered

She was again shaken by things that had happened in years, it really seemed like she couldn't get over Hamid's tragic death and deep down the black woman couldn't blame her, she followed all the phases of the situation, from the beginning of the relationship, to marriage, to death and the origin of revenge. — He never confessed that he was afraid of being here, of losing me... and even though he knew he was going to die, he stayed because I'm a proud idiot. – Her low voice was resentful, the tears fell again. Normani sighed sadly, lowering herself to the side of the bed, watching her closely.