The Ex Husband Revenge Novels & Stories

Unable to stand the humiliation any longer, I get up abruptly and head blindly for the restroom, a sob tearing it's way out of me, but there, I am met with what is the final straw for me that night … or so I think at that moment. I have no way of knowing that the horrible events of the night are far from over yet, but I find this out a few moments later when I get to the restroom. There in the empty restroom, I stumble on my husband, whom I didn’t even realize had left his table, passionately kissing his ex, the same woman he called a business associate.

she asked, her tone almost accusing, like I should know exactly what she was talking about. Hearing the name "Logan" sent a wave of anger crashing through me, but I clenched my fists and kept it hidden. Logan,the man who had always tried to take everything I cared about, the devil in my life. Just the thought of him made my blood boil. But hearing Ruby talk about revenge on him,that was something I didn’t expect. My mind spun with questions. Ruby was married to Logan, wasn’t she? Why would she want to take revenge on her own husband? And what did her sister, Sophie, have to do with all of this?

My mouth dropped open. It was him—my husband, Leonard, standing right there, his eyes flashing with rage as he saw me tangled in a bedsheet and standing so close to a naked man, who was now getting dressed. I couldn’t speak or move; all I could do was stand there, frozen. "So it’s true… it’s true what I heard. I couldn’t believe it. I told myself that you would never cheat on me, but this… this is how you break my trust?!” Leonard said, his eyes filling with tears. His voice was cold, giving me no room to talk.

She swiped through her phone, showing Racheal a flood of posts, memes, and gifs. “Racheal is my new hero.” “Victor, who? Team Racheal all the way.” “Evelyn looks like she’s about to explode. Iconic.” Racheal couldn’t help but snort at one particularly brutal meme that showed Evelyn with steam coming out of her ears while Racheal stood victorious with the winning bid. “Okay, I’ll admit—that’s funny.” “See?” Chloe grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You’re a legend, babe. The internet loves a good revenge story. They’re calling it the ultimate ‘ex-wife win.’”

"He's the only man who ever made you cry. And now you've invited him back with instructions to watch you with someone else. That's not revenge, Elena. That's—" "Justice." "Gasoline meeting match." "I can handle Adrian Kane." "Can you? You just created a situation where you have to feel nothing while he feels everything. And honey, you've never been good at feeling nothing where he's concerned." "I'm different now." "Are you? Or are you just better dressed?" The question lands harder than it should. "I have to go. I need to get ready for dinner." "Elena—" "I'll call you tomorrow." I hang up before she can say anything else. Before she can point out the obvious flaw in my plan. That revenge on

And worse, it seemed like their connection hadn't died. My blood ran cold. My wife, the woman I had worked so hard to build this life with, was not only involved with her ex-lover, but she was also bringing him around my daughter. My daughter. The images replayed in my mind, each one a punch to my gut. I should have seen it coming, but somehow, I had missed it all.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

I explain, jutting my hand forward as I speak, my entire face burning up. "While you get your husb–" “Ex-husband.” I cut him off, correcting him with an eye roll. "Jealous. It's a fair deal, I mean I get to kiss a beautiful woman like you and still get my inheritance.” My eyes widen at his words, I can't help as I swing forward slamming my palm over his mouth. "You won't be kissing me.” I whisper, my face burning impossibly brighter as I feel my cheeks go pink. What the hell is wrong with me?

“I’m not done. He’s paying you what? A hundred million? I’m just saying, you can ask him to double it. Milk him for what he’s got. That is a lot of money, Iris.” “I’m not marrying my daughter’s father, Megan. And to think it’s all just for what? Revenge? This is a marriage we’re talking about. Marriage to my ex-husband’s ‘brother’. I want nothing to do with that family.” I told Maverick that I was going to think about it, which I had been doing in the last three days since I got back, weighing the pros and the cons. Because as much as I wanted revenge, I couldn't go on with that plan at the expense of my family. My daughter.

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”