Revenge To Ex Novels & Stories

“I was just kidding. The best thing is to move on with another man. Fall in love with him, get married. Show them there are other men out there who are better than him.” “What!” I exclaim. “Yes.” “Is that your revenge plan?” “Trust me. Nothing hurts an ex more than realizing they’re not the best thing that ever happened to you.” I roll my eyes exaggeratedly. “That’s ridiculous.” He laughs softly. “I'm actually serious.” It’s getting late, but I don't feel like leaving. I enjoy talking with this young man. The night drags on, and I feel the need to ask, “Where is the restroom, please?”

For that reason, I press through the hours of the day and night until she returns. Revenge, on the other hand, is a gift. Something to distract me with. I want to make sure he suffers because of what he did to my mate. It’s a little pot kettle for sure, but I’m going to take every ounce of shame I feel about my situation and punish him for it.

The fact was the truth was sour as well, as much as I hated him, the truth with him had always been real . The feeling was so raw at that moment, tremors of resentment ached in my chest. There was only one way out of this, and that was for me to get over the thought of him at the back of my mind . I needed him gone . It was obvious my Ex husband wanted me back, I could as well take advantage of this to have my revenge. James must feel the heartbreak I went through.

“I swear to you… I’ll make them pay.” And in that moment, I knew—love was dead in me. Revenge was all that was left.

“Unless you don’t want to do this anymore, which is why I asked when you think it’ll end.” I stared at the road as we neared our destination. “I mean how long is too long for revenge dating? When does it shift to being a pathetic loser who can’t move on from her ex even though he’s an asshole?” Sure, I wanted Taser to pay for how he treated me. I hated that he used me, and thought so little of me that I wanted to reduce to what he was before me. Show him that I was wanted by someone because of me, not the perks attached to me.

“Oh, so you agree that it is you now. Let me tell you something. If a man wakes up and asks if something happened, he either remembers and wants confirmation, or he does not remember and is afraid something important occurred.” My stomach tightened. “So either way,” she continued, “it meant something.” I swallowed. “And that scares you.” “Yes.” I said abruptly. “Because if you admit you like him, it stops your revenge.” I nodded faintly. She reached out and squeezed my hand. “Listen to me. Revenge feels powerful at first. It makes you think you are in control. It gives you something to hold on to when your pride is bleeding. But it never heals you.” I looked away. The room suddenly felt too

Let the weight of that sink in. "So I did what any mother would do. I fought back. I rebuilt. I created a new company. I exposed his crimes. I got my daughter back. And I destroyed everyone who'd tried to destroy me. My ex-husband went to prison. His business partners went to prison. Everyone who hurt me faced consequences." Another pause. "And you know what? It felt good. Watching my enemies fall. Seeing them lose everything like they'd made me lose everything. There's something dark and satisfying about revenge. Something that feels like justice."

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

My heart burned with a need for revenge, my soul cloaked in darkness hence my recent obsession with black dresses. But I didn’t want to face that darkness alone. I needed him by my side. I came back to reclaim him and to bring down his mother, Victoria. The evidence against her was ready, stacked high, waiting for me to act. But with Ethan so distant, so impossible to talk to, I was tempted to move forward alone and explain later. Yet, that might make him hate me more, and I couldn’t bear that.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Only one person would come to my room this late.

“Have you seen it? Everyone’s talking about it. She’s done, she's finished for sure and better, she's out of the picture completely!” Jessica arched a brow, keeping her expression cool despite the rush of pride swelling in her chest. “I’ve seen it,” she said, setting her phone down on the armrest. Jamie perched on the edge of the chaise, grinning like a cat that had just found a bowl of cream. “This is it, Jess. We don’t even have to lift a finger now. I've gotten my revenge against that hypocrite. And for you, well, it's clear, Aaron will never look at her the same way again and at all he'll look at her.