The Ex Husband Revenge Novels & Stories

His right hand formed into a fist, and he lightly punched me on my upper arm. “I am glad you have seen the light. Taking revenge was never a good thing. Look at her. Hadn’t she suffered enough? Her husband cheated on her with her best friend, divorced her, and left her penniless while she had a sick daughter to tend to.” He said. Now, his expression began to loosen up. The tightness around his eyes and lips began to unravel. The abrupt change in his expression had me narrowing my eyes into slits as suspicion overtook reason.

I turned sideways to look in the eyes of Michael Beckham whose lips were curled up into a smirk as he asked, his voice sarcastic. "Your husband seems to be immersed in grief and regret. Are you sure you want to do this to the poor man?" "Ex-husband..." I corrected. "He is a fool to think I'm going to believe the act he has put on before the reporters." "He is yet to know that it's just the beginning of my revenge!"

She had been scheming with her real husband, pretending to belong to him while bleeding his wallet dry. The humiliation still burned. The betrayal had carved him hollow. And now, staring into the amber swirl of his drink, a cruel smile curved his lips. Lisa had become his new obsession. And this time, he wouldn't be the fool. Just then, his phone chimed on the counter. A single message lit up the screen. "Do you want to play some games with your ex-wife?" Dane's lips curved into a dangerous grin. Revenge had just found its spark. ****** Back at the mansion, silence stretched between them like a blade. The air was too thick, too heavy – choking Lisa with unspoken words until she could no long

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

Ten years ago, I never would have thought I would be this happy. I never thought I had four elder brothers who had been searching for me for years. Neither do I believe that a reunion with Noah after all the heartaches and pains would be possible. As I look at my growing family, I realize that we don’t heal in isolation but in community. I was hurt when I walked away from Noah and everything. Revenge made me come back. I wanted to show Noah what he ditched and took for trash. I wanted him to regret divorcing me and stripping me of everything he gave me - his name, wealth, and protection.

“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.

I took a deep breath and clenched my fists in frustration, but I restrained myself. I crossed my legs under the table, wrapped my arms around my chest, and lifted my head to face her. She stood there, shocked, her lips forming an ‘o’. She accidentally let go of her handbag, making a noise when it fell to the floor. “It’s nice to see you again, my cheater, slut, gold-digger ex-wife,” I teased. She started trembling, and I could tell she wanted to run out of my office and never show herself to me again. She should feel those emotions because she’s the one who should be held accountable and ashamed, not me.

“Anything you want. You mentioned you wanted to get revenge on the people who betrayed you right? I have all the resources. Whoever it is, trust me I can help you with that.” With the mention of revenge and the stunned look on Jace's face from earlier, I knew exactly what I wanted. Revenge on my ex-husband and his family, including his lovely Naomi. I'm going to become his boss’s wife and make sure they sees my face every single day.

My thoughts rearranged themselves like a puzzle and my eyes sprang wide when I realized what I’d just done. My face flushed in embarrassment. I shouldn’t be doing this.. He’s my ex-husband. I’m supposed to take revenge against him for what he did to me in the past. I tried to push him off me, but then I found myself melting in his passionate kisses. The background faded as his body came into contact with mine. He grasped my neck, kissing me hungrily and passionately. Before he could slide his tongue in, I pushed him off me and retraced my steps

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