روايات وقصص ضمن The Betrayed Wife Revenge

Then, he brutally stepped on Sarah's well-maintained fingers and said, "Sarah, I told you not to shove our romantic moments in Audrey's face. The only person who's worthy of becoming my wife is Audrey White, not you.. "I never expected you to be so ignorant that you would try to replace Audrey. I will repay you a thousandfold for what you did to her." Sarah understood that Hunter wasn't going to be merciful. So, she gave up all pretense and retorted sharply, "Weren't you the one who put those ambitions in my head? You openly favored me time and time again. You gave me the green light to hurt her. "It was your lack of faith in her that caused all this! None of this would've happened if you ha

I cut him off, “who you love, who you want to have a child with, none of that concerns me.” “All I know is that when I was still your wife, you cheated.” “You used the money I made to support another woman and her family.” “And you even wanted her to have a baby, put it under my name, and make me into some pathetic sucker.” With every sentence, his face drained a little more. “I…” His mouth opened, but no sound came out. “Whether you love Emma or not makes no difference to me.” I looked straight at him, word by word. “The moment you betrayed me, you should’ve known this day would come.”

Because what I really wanted to see, what I was waiting for, was how my loyal, attention-seeking wife would respond. And it was worth it. Because the very first words out of her mouth were not denial, not apology, but betrayal. “I didn’t want to,” she said quickly, her finger trembling as she pointed straight at Dominic. “He forced me. I didn’t want to. You can’t blame me for this. Please...you have to save me. You’re my husband. You have to believe me!” Her desperation filled the room, thick and suffocating. And in that moment, as I studied her frantic eyes and the fear on Dominic’s face, I realized just how deep the rot went.

Fidelia went back home. Now that she was getting married, it was time to pack her things and inform her stepsister, and of course, her stepmother. That was part of the revenge: making them watch her rise, powerless to stop it. The moment she stepped into the house, her stepmother stormed toward her like a raging bull. “How dare you brat!” she screamed, grabbing Fidelia by the arm. “You ruined everything! I had that marriage perfectly planned!”

My husband spat, anger rolling off him. "I don't understand, what's going on?" There was no way it was really what I thought, no way that my husband and his secretary were actually having an affair. Victor loved me and there was no way he’d ever do something like that. He would never betray me after all I'd done for him, for us.

FREYA'S POV, The silence in the dining hall lasted exactly as long as it took James's footsteps to fade down the stairwell. Everyone was looking at me, and as I stood up to leave and check on James, Selena broke the silence. She still clutched my phone, mascara running down her cheeks. “You've destroyed my family,” she seethed in anger. “Do you understand that? You have destroyed my whole world, you selfish bitch.” “No, you did that by marrying him for his money and then cheating on him. Don't blame me for your mistakes. I didn't ask you to be a slut.” I held out my hand. “Now, give back my phone.”

"Yes, there, don't stop, fuck, don't stop..." His hand wound into my hair, pulling my head back, and he took me hard, every stroke slapping against my ass, every one making me whimper. I should have felt ashamed. I was a married woman on my knees for my husband's uncle, moaning his name while my phone buzzed on the floor. I didn't care. God help me, I didn't care at all. I shoved back against him, meeting every thrust, wanting more, wanting everything. "That's it," he growled. "Take it. You've been starving, haven't you?"

I hired the best wedding planner in the country paying them the double fees just to arrange everything according to her wishes so I could see her billion dollar smile that used to give me the heavenly contentment. Only if I had the slightest idea of how ugly and sinister she was from inside.She pretended to love me while her lover was someone else. She could had told me before everything happened.I would had taken it positively though it pained me the same but now I feel anger,betrayed,lost and heartbroken.It is a deadly combination I know but I am now adamant to take my revenge on the next traitor,my wife,her sister who grabbed the opportunity to sink her claws on my wealth and the title of

Jesus fucking Christ. A breath shudders from me, and I struggle to accept that my family betrayed me. They tried to get rid of Vittoria. I just need to fucking hold my wife again. Fuck, she must be so fucking traumatized! Christ, baby. I’m fucking sorry.

Yet I can tell with Kenna, this is going to take a lot. After all, I have already betrayed her once. Not by having an affair or sleeping with other women during our marriage. To be honest the thought never even crossed my mind. Instead I did a lot of masturbation and hand fucking to relieve myself. No, I betrayed her by not being the best husband I could have been, by keeping to the pact and not blurring the edges or crossing any lines. Outside the sun is bright, she pulls down her oversized, Tiffany shades and tilts her face up to the sun. “It feels like ages since we were outside properly. What with the flights, cars, hotel, winery.”