Revenge To My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

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.

Who knew when or how he would try to sedate me again. It slowly dawned on me how much I’ve been punishing myself and preventing me from being happy. Knox wasn’t the type of man that would tear a woman down, he instead was the man who went extra miles just to see you win. That was the person I should be with. Look at me! I’m in a hotel because I wanted to have a little peace. There and then I made the decision I work divorce Dante. He was of no use to me anymore and this would be my final strike of revenge.

Anthony asked while holding his cup of coffee and staring at me. My plan? I stirred the iced tea I was drinking with its straw. "Revenge, I want to see him suffer!" I answered him and then I took a sip of the iced tea I was drinking. I want to see him suffer and experience what I felt when I lost Yumi. Anthony slowly put his coffee cup on the table and looked at me seriously. "Are you sure of what you want to do to take revenge on your husband?" Anthony asked me again, he has asked me this several times but I still have the same answer.

My heart swelled with rage and I swore to the moon goddess repeatedly that I was going to kill him and tear him to pieces, including my father. I was going to kill everyone and wipe out everyone’s existence. I will persist until I achieve my revenge. A week passed. I was still being abused by my husband. Discovering I had two more mates out there gave me a little hope and I promised myself to do whatever it takes to get my revenge on everyone who stepped on me. And give them a taste of their medicine. That was all I asked for. I walked slowly along the hallway in my designed black gown to meet Eyolf, but what I saw in front of me shocked me to the core as soon as I opened the door to his roo

“Anything you want. You mentioned you wanted to get revenge on the people who betrayed you right? I have all the resources. Whoever it is, trust me I can help you with that.” With the mention of revenge and the stunned look on Jace's face from earlier, I knew exactly what I wanted. Revenge on my ex-husband and his family, including his lovely Naomi. I'm going to become his boss’s wife and make sure they sees my face every single day.

Maybe my husband is just a bastard. Ex-husband, I quickly correct myself in my head. I might as well get used to thinking of him that way. There are women out there who could forgive this kind of transgression, but I’m not one of them. The bridge has been burned as far as I’m concerned. There’s no going back.

"Wow, dude. You're saying horrible things. How could you tell your wife to abort?" "Looks like he's reunited with his ex-wife." I smiled wryly. "Yes, I met her again and she made me want to vomit. She trampled on my pride and I can't take it. I will get back at her for everything she has done to me," I told them. My eyes sharpened, flashing with vengeance. "Before I see her destroyed, I will never stop. So stop saying that I love that bitch! Because it makes me so sick every time I hear it!"

Perhaps three years and my immense hatred for him weren't enough to erase him from my memory. Everything was still fresh in my memory, haunting me even as I attempted to forget. From the day I married until the moment I escaped my cruel husband, the memories were etched into my mind like deep scars. Despite my efforts to move on, painful recollections threatened to consume me, and the urge for revenge surged, overtaking every other emotion. But above all, I had a greater purpose—to ensure my son, Austin, did not suffer because of the burning fire of revenge within me. As much as I longed for retribution against my ex-mate, Alpha King Zander Blake, I refused to put Austin's well-being at risk

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.”

But I wasn’t done. Not yet… I swirled the glass of bourbon in my hand, the ice clinking softly. The liquid burned my throat as I drank, but the fire inside me burned hotter. Revenge. It had kept me warm all these years. I stood from behind my sleek black desk and walked to the tall window that overlooked the sparkling waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The view was perfect, but my heart wasn’t calm. Because I had decided. It was time to go back. To Skyline.