Spouse Gets Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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!"

I thought Navia loves June? “Ah, I forgot to introduce myself properly.” The young blonde man broke the awkward silence between the four of us, “As you can see, I’m Van and I’m here to –“ “He’s here for our marriage.” Navia’s words cut off Van’s. I was startled by the sudden revelation that I dropped the fork I was holding. It made a clanging noise that echoed in the room. “M-Marriage?” The word didn’t almost come out of my mouth. My throat went dry.

He just looked out the window again, his reflection flickering against the glass, his thoughts spiraling between fury and something he couldn’t name. When Hale finally left, Roman’s hand curled into a fist against the window frame. The pain that shot up his arm was grounding, it kept him focused, alive, sharp. Vargo and Dante had made a mistake. They hadn’t just attacked a Thorne. They’d attacked his wife. And now, Roman Thorne wasn’t planning justice. He was planning vengeance. Roman didn’t realize how fast he was walking until Hale called out something behind him, and the echo of his boots swallowed the sound whole.

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.

Though, Ian didn’t believe that there was even a chance in them being an official couple to begin with. He had not said it out loud, but he didn’t trust a woman that managed to cheat on her husband for ten years, then hide her relationship with him for five after the man’s death. He knew that she would end up doing the same thing with him. He just needed her now to get the power that he wanted. The revenge that he had set his life to fulfill. The two shared a cause, which was why he was with her creating this game. The woman lost her husband in the hands of the Ivanov. He lost his love to the man she was married to.

Shawn shook his head. “I will not let that happen again. It almost drives me crazy to lose you. Will I let it happen again? I know if that happens again, I won't be able to pull you back. I'm not that stupid to let you go. I was just really drunk with resentment. Because you're not open," Shawn raised an eyebrow and said. Harah glared at her husband. "Of course I'm coming from a severe trauma, so don't expect me to immediately hug you and kiss you with open palms. I still feel if you deserve to be loved or if I really want you?" Harah explained. Shawn nodded in agreement.

If this fact became apparent after the coroner examined his body, they'd even try to save him instead… But I couldn't possibly have that happen, could I? What I wanted was for him to die, once and for all! Soon enough… "Luna, you witch! What did my poor son do to get a wife like you?" A middle-aged woman barged into the morgue with a face full of makeup and half-done nails with red polish. From the looks of it, she seemed to know about the whole ruse. Immediately reaching for me, she grabbed my collar angrily. "Hasn't he treated you well enough? How dare you ask for him to be cut up and defiled like he's some sort of lab rat? I'll kill you!"

He shared everything with her. And yet, she was deceived in the cruelest way possible. Jasmine closed her eyes to stabilize herself. She practised deep breathing to reign her emotions as she celebrated, 'Vince Garrison, I will not forget your betrayal. You think I will let you off the hook easily? You don't really know your wife then, Vince Garrison. I’ll ensure your punishment is as painful as it can be.' 'I’m not one of those wives who rely on karma to handle their husbands. I’ll be your karma myself.'

Long after he’d fallen asleep beside me in our bed, his arm draped loosely, comfortably, across my waist, I lay awake, staring out at the city lights, no longer a symbol of threat or confinement, but a horizon of endless possibilities. The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge. The phrase, once a bitter, defining label, now felt… distant. Almost irrelevant. My revenge hadn't been about destruction. It hadn't been about tearing down those who had wronged me. It had been about rebuilding. About reclaiming my life, my power, my identity. It had been about choosing to heal, to grow, to find strength in the face of betrayal, in the face of fear. My revenge was Isabella’s laughter, AJ’s sturdy embrace, the way th

“You here to ask what your wife looks like when she’s screaming my name?” Billy didn’t answer. He lunged. The first punch caught Luis by surprise, sending him sprawling into a wall of mirrors. The next one met resistance—Luis was stronger than he looked. The two men tangled, fists flying, grunts and curses echoing through the empty space. “You think this is about jealousy?” Billy growled, slamming Luis into a locker. “You destroyed my marriage!” Luis laughed, blood on his lips. “Your marriage was already broken, Jackson. Maybe if you weren’t such a cold bastard, she wouldn’t have needed me to make her feel alive. Face it—you bored her.”