Revenge To Ex Novels & Stories

After wiping my cheeks and taking a trembling breath I glanced at the ceiling. “ You’re almost there.” I muttered to myself. “Don't break right now.” I had a deep-seated knowledge that seeking revenge would not make me better. However it might just provide me with the resolution I needed to start over. I got up and straightened my blouse and made my way back to my desk. The papers were ready. Everything that attempted to ruin me came to an end

While the desire for vengeance still simmered beneath the surface, he learned to channel that energy into advocacy—organizing community forums, raising awareness about the injustices faced by families like his, and empowering others to join the fight for truth and accountability. Through this process, Alex discovered a profound truth: that while the quest for revenge could be intoxicating, the path of healing and justice was far more fulfilling. By focusing on collective action and solidarity, he not only honored his parents’ legacy but also forged deeper connections with those who stood by him. Revenge, he realized, was a solitary endeavor that ultimately led to isolation; justice, on the o

"Don't you want to take revenge on your ex-husband and that cheap woman, Angelina?" Angelina stared at Hans seriously. Her mouth stopped chewing. Her memories replayed the sad scenes of her life. The punishments she had endured, the hurtful insults that had been hurled at her, and the misunderstandings deliberately created by Moreen to make her look bad in the eyes of the Almero family—she could never forget any of it. Unconsciously, tears trickled down Angelina's cheeks. "I want their lives to be far more shattered than mine, Hans!" she said, roughly wiping her cheeks with her bare hands.

Evelyn took a deep breath, then whispered with pain etched in her voice, “I hate Julian. I hate him for not protecting me. I hate that he let his mistress ruin my life. And now… my child.” William clenched his fists, fury rising in his eyes. “He… he did this to you?” “He didn’t push me directly. But because of him, I was humiliated in public, shoved, and… then the cramps started.” William stood. “I’ll make him pay. I swear, I’ll make him regret this.” Evelyn shook her head. “No, William. Revenge won’t bring my baby back. I just want him to know… I’m not the same Evelyn he used to know. I will rise. I’ll become the woman he can never look down on again.”

I'll do just about anything to get rid of this bastard. Cade runs a hand through his hair. “Look, Lyssandra, this doesn’t have to get worse. All you have to do is issue a public statement saying you exaggerated things. You could say it only looked familiar and that you were being emotional.” My lips part. “Emotional?” “Yes. My lawyers can retract the claims, TechComm will clear my name, and you’ll stop looking like a jealous ex trying to ruin me.” “Wow,” I whisper, “you really believe your own bullshit.”

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

Rich psychopaths did. A heavy silence settled between us.Then he spoke. “Do you want revenge?”The words sliced through the alcohol fog.“What?” “Your ex-husband.” Eyes still on the road. “Do you want revenge?” I looked at him. “Hypothetically?” I asked him. “Yes.” I thought of Ryan’s cold eyes. Vanessa’s hand resting on her stomach. The signed papers. The walk-out. The way he’d erased me like I was a typo. Something dark uncoiled in my chest.

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

I asked him, "Didn't you throw that out the window the moment you used me as a gamble?" "So that makes it okay for you to start seeing your ex because you want to express you anger towards me?" "I'm not being rebellious. Just let me be. I'm going to handle this myself. You don't have to worry about me." I told him and turned to continue doing my work. "How long are you going to be like this? Is your revenge now to start speaking to your ex? Do you think you're better off being with him?" He sounded hurt and I felt bad for a moment but then, it was covered by my anger again.