Spouse Gets Vengeance Novels & Stories

Respect mixed with genuine surprise. “Years ago,” Jack murmured, almost to himself, “you wouldn’t have said that. Even a year ago, all you cared about was revenge.” The words landed hard because they were true. For years, Nathan had been so blinded by vengeance that he lost himself completely. “Years ago, I was an idiot,” Nathan said quietly. “An idiot who threw away every chance at happiness. And because of that, my wife’s life and mine became far more complicated than they ever needed to be.”

I stride over, barely containing my bubbling rage. She laughs, a sharp, cutting sound. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, sweetheart. I’m simply reclaiming what’s mine.” A firm slap hit her face, sending her gracelessly. “What’s yours?” I snap. “You're just the other woman. You abandoned Vince all those years ago, and now you shamelessly interfere in his marriage. All you do is steal from me—steal my husband, my achievements. A thief!” Darci’s beautiful face twisted up and she began to scream. Vince suddenly opened the door and rushed towards us angrily.

she whispered, "isn't this place special? You built this greenhouse just for your wife. Every flower here is one she adores. Doesn't it make things more… thrilling?" With that, she pulled apart her dress, revealing the delicate lace beneath. Griffith's eyes darkened. The hunger in them swallowed him whole. He kissed her with an urgency I had once believed was meant only for me. I listened as their breaths tangled, as the room filled with sounds of longing, of betrayal. My own breath grew ragged. A cold sweat broke over my skin. Pain, sharp and relentless, skewered my heart. This man—this man who had sworn he would love only me, who had vowed he would never betray me—was now devouring another

And before anyone of them had time enough to say Jack Robinson, I stormed towards the congregation, grabbed Nathaniel’s hands, my supposed husband's older brother, and dragged him out with me. **** ONE YEAR FORWARD 18 October 2025 8:00pm I sighed deeply as I pushed open the huge mahogany doors of our house and walked in. I wonder what version of my husband I’m walking into today. I clutched my chest tightly as a painful cough escaped my throat. I know my cough is not getting any better, but the doctor keeps saying it is. I need to go back to him as soon as possible. “Really, when are you going to divorce that wench!” I heard my sister, Lenny’s moan as I walked up to our room. Oh, it’s my sis

I shoved her hand away and roared, “Married?! Hailey, I’ve loved you like my life for three years! Yet you treated me like trash for money and for Chris! That night, was I even your husband to you?!” Then, I added calmly, “You’ll hear from my lawyer!” Everyone at the table lowered their heads, unwilling to meet my gaze. I narrowed my eyes and spoke loudly, “You’ve all seen this! The Spencers betrayed the Zanes first. My divorce is justified! And let me be clear, this ends today for no one. Anyone who continues to work with the Spencers is declaring themselves an enemy of the Zanes!” Then, I turned and walked out of Spencer's residence without looking back.

"By letting me believe she was dead." "By keeping you alive," Julian snapped, the mask finally slipping entirely, revealing something raw and desperate underneath. "Do you have any idea what happens to men who ask too many questions in this family? Your father certainly learned that lesson. Arthur Vance learned it. I have spent fourteen years walking an impossible line, trying to keep this family standing while forces neither of you fully comprehend circle closer every single year." "Forces like Victor Kael," I said quietly. Julian's entire body went rigid.

“I still have my magic. I can weaken them from the inside. Make them fight each other. Make Betty suffer.” Vance leaned back and studied us for a long moment. “Why should I trust you? You were one of them. You married into their circle.” I laughed bitterly. “They took everything from me. They kicked me out, beat me, and stole my wife. Now she’s pregnant with their bastard child. I want them dead. I want Betty back. And I want revenge.” Vance’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you offering?”

“Because I know it was love.” He started touching things around the office, papers, the edge of the desk, a pen...like he owned the place. It irritated me. It felt deliberate. Like he was trying to provoke me. “You,” he said suddenly, turning toward me, “look like a vindictive woman.” I raised a brow. “After you found out about Ryan cheating and having kids outside of your marriage, you went all in on revenge. And what better way than his own brother?” My expression didn’t change, but inside, I was stunned.

“Word has already spread! The neighbors saw the police take Delia away in nothing but a sheet! Pregnant! Your own pregnant sister dragged out like a criminal! Have you no shame?” I lowered my hand from my cheek. My voice came out cold, even though everything inside me was burning hot. “She is a criminal. She broke into my home. She broke into my marriage and fucked my husband on my wedding anniversary. She deserves to rot in hell.” “Your marriage?” Mary let out a bitter laugh. “If your marriage was worth anything, she wouldn’t have been able to break into it, would she?” The words hit me like another slap. I felt a painful pang in my chest.

“Didn’t you hear their conversation? They’ve probably been together for a while, plotting to deceive Ms. Xander.” “She’s so manipulative. She should be blacklisted from the industry.” Mandy, struggling to maintain her composure, approached her husband and pointed at the woman behind him. “Let her come out. I need to hear from her myself.” Her voice was tense, fighting to keep control and avoid further humiliation. But to her surprise, her husband spread his arms protectively around the woman and glared at Mandy. “Look at yourself! You’re always so demanding. I’m your husband, not your subordinate! Are you really saying I’m the only one at fault here?”