Revenge With Ex Novels & Stories

Resolve She watched as James walked out of her office. Five years and he had the temerity to walk into her office to say he was sorry for getting her into the fix she had been in. But did revenge even matter anymore? She had been at her lowest when Damon filed for the divorce and got it. Wretched than she had been before meeting him. The twist was that he had gotten married to her sister, Lily. She had decided to leave the past behind her and focus on what the future had in store for her. And she had been right.

Stephanie deserves a chance to rebuild her life, free from his shadow. I should have confessed back then, before they married. Then, maybe, she wouldn’t have been stuck with Vince. The documents scattered across my desk serve as a reminder of what’s at stake. I lean forward, flipping through the pages with an almost mechanical precision, committing every detail to memory. This isn’t just about revenge anymore. It’s about ensuring she gets the fresh start she deserves. Vince may think he’s clever, but he underestimates me—and he underestimates Stephanie.

I wasn’t going to listen to more of his lies or excuses. Without another word, I turned and stormed out of the house, leaving him mid-sentence. I wasn’t going to waste another second in that place. I got into my car, my hands trembling with anger, and sped off toward the hospital. As I drove, the only thing running through my mind was revenge. Sophie couldn’t get away with this. She had nearly destroyed me, and there was no way I would let her walk away without paying for what she did. Her birthday was tomorrow. What better chance to get even than on the day she’d least expect it?

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

Velena couldn't blame Alexander for the hurt in her after what happened to her parents a dozen years ago, but Velena also didn't condone the way Alexander had hurt so many people even those who had done nothing wrong to him and Kimbeerly. Velena would never have known if Alexander hadn't suddenly returned home five years ago when she had only been home for a few days. Because when Velena asked Alexander to return home the man would say he couldn't because he was busy with his work and Velena thought that all that time Alexander was really working like what the man said, but beyond Velena's expectations Alexander took revenge on the family of the person who had killed his parents.

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

he whispered, laced with hatred. The man leaned in, murmuring in his ear, “Rise, Axton. With me, you’ll have the power to avenge everything they’ve done to you.” Axton closed his eyes, his mind torn between pain and revenge. But deep inside, the flame that had nearly died slowly began to burn again. . That night, after leaving the hospital, Angelina couldn’t close her eyes. Her mind was filled with images of the empty room, the nurse’s vague answer, and Evelyn’s tearful pleas. It was all like mismatched pieces of a puzzle.

I would never have sent someone after him. Arch shook his head, his lips twisting with disgust. “But why are you surprised? You're just a blood thirsty bitch like your father, aren't you?” Never had I hated anyone like this before. Pain exploded in my heart threatening to consume me. Did he just throw my past in my face so carelessly? Rage squeezed around my chest until my fist fell at my sides, clenched so tight I felt my nails dig moons into my palms. “Arch? What did you say?”

The anger, the confusion, the pain— it didn’t disappear completely, but it was replaced by something stronger: understanding, forgiveness, and the chance to start over. But as she sat there holding Kian’s hand, she knew that their fight was only just beginning. The people who had hurt Kian, who had tried to use her against him, were still out there. And they would stop at nothing to make sure Kian never recovered. But this time, they weren’t fighting alone. Elara was by his side, ready to stand with him, to protect him, and to make sure that the truth came out— no matter what the cost.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?