Novel & Cerita Tear You Apart She Wants Revenge

She checked all the drawers of his table until she found what she was looking for. There it was, the divorce paper. She laughed through her tears, Gabriel was really going to divorce her. He had already even signed it. She took a photo of it and kept it back in the drawer. She went out again, this time, she was going to meet someone who could help her make sense of what was going on in her life. "who are you here to see?" the secretary asked her . "June" "and who should I say is here to meet her?" she questioned further.

CJ'S POV Tearing Terra? What does that Even mean? Tearing Terra? To tear her apart is like tearing me apart. When she's hurt, I hurt. When her heart breaks, mine does too. Even when I tried so hard to torture her and cause her pain, at the end of the day, I would feel so bad about myself and completely drained. I would lie asleep at night, thinking about her and that would tear me apart. Tearing her apart tore me apart too.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

“What did you gain from tearing us apart?” “You want to know why I did it? I wanted to see you crushed—on your knees, begging me to end your misery. I wanted to watch you suffer, to see you fall apart because you’d lost her to me… just like I fell apart when I found out you’d been with her.

I prompted once again, passing the tip of my feet against the rug covered floor. “She was angr- no, she was livid. She wasn’t having it. She caught us on one of our getaway vacations and she promised revenge, not just on me, but on everything I stood for, everything that mattered to me.” She finally looked back at me, her eyes teary and glazed over like she was replaying the scene in her head. She blinked up at the sky but for the first time in a while, I didn’t feel like pulling the answer out of her, I wanted to reach for her, hug her. She was struggling and failing to keep the tears at bay. Each one tore at a piece of my heart everytime it slid down her cheek.

Or maybe We were already sharing more than I wanted to admit. “We don’t have time for this,” she continued. The Tear Reacted As if responding to her words. It pulsed violently. Wider. Something moved inside it Not fully visible. But closer than before. “It’s coming through,” I whispered. “Yes,” she replied. “And you are the reason it can.” My Hands Tightened Into Fists “Then help me stop it.” Silence Longer this time. “Why would I?”

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She begged, her tears flowing freely down her cheeks. “Oh, please, Ariana. Cut it out. I’m not buying your sob story and fake tears. You wanted Williams so bad that you had to hurt me to get him. Well, now you have him all to yourself. I bet he’s all you desire and more, huh?” I mocked, chuckling at her expense. “You vindictive bitch! What do you want from me, what did I ever do to you?

He reached for her leg. She stepped back. Tears came faster than she could wipe them. All the memories flooding back. All the pain. He'd destroyed her. And he thought "I'm sorry" would fix it? "I will never forgive you." Her voice was steel through tears. "Not until you've hurt as much as I did.” She pushed past him. Ran to the car. She slammed the door. Covered her mouth to muffle the sobs. He was hurting. Finally. She'd wanted this. Planned for it. So why did it feel like her own heart was being torn apart?

Something irreversible. “Start with his hands,” I said coldly. Leandro didn’t hesitate. The crack of bone came sharp and sudden. Antonio’s scream followed. It was raw, tearing through the room as his finger bent the wrong way, skin splitting under pressure. I didn’t look. Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t need to.