Novel & Cerita The Ex Husbands Revenge

“You’re... you’re alive?!” Adrian ignored my reaction completely. He dragged himself up, pointing at me as he faced Kane. “Look at her!” Adrian said eagerly to Kane. “She’s all yours! Take her and consider my debt paid!” “You’re telling me to take your wife as payment?” Kane asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s not my wife anymore!” Adrian yelled, reaching out to grab Vivian’s hand. “This is my real wife, and she’s carrying my child! Take Elena! She’s wild in bed—you can even enjoy her right here in front of us if you want!”

“Let me help you get over this, and get back at those bastards that dared wrong you and destroyed your image in the industry and the country. You have the most powerful man in the country on your side. Do you know what that means?” “What?” “If I become your husband, you will be unstoppable. And the Reese family would be nothing next to your name.”

The conference room was suffocating with tension, the mahogany walls seeming to close in with each passing second. The weight of unspoken words pressed heavily against the air, making it hard to breathe, while the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished table. His body was shaking with anger, his mind reeling, unable even to conceptualize such an act. And now Nicole, his ex-wife, had every reason to hate him, the woman he once loved but betrayed, the one he threw out in the streets like a worthless piece of garbage was here to rip it all from him.

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.

Flora felt a pang of hurt and anger, but kept her emotions in check. Her fingers shook slightly as she reached out to sign the divorce papers, the parchment pristine. Beside her, her soon to be ex husband sat stoically, his expression unreadable as he signed his signature in the appropriate places with practiced ease. But it was the presence of Olivia in the room that sent a chill down Flora’s spine. Her very existence was a painful reminder of betrayal and deceit. The woman who had shattered her world with her selfish desires, stood beside her husband, her gaze icy and contemptuous.

When he came back to her, he had an envelope in his hand and handed it to her. “What is this?” Aria asked as she stared at the envelope. “A marriage contract,” he told her, “I need you to get married to me and be my wife and then I'll help you get revenge against your ex-husband. That way we both get what we want.” Aria's gaze was fixated on the envelope. Contract marriage?, she questioned herself. This could be the answer she needed right now. A revenge that would put her ex-husband in the worse of all places. She wants to make him feel so miserable, just as he has made her feel.

"Enough of this ridiculous charade." Damien's hand touched my elbow gently, steadying me. I could feel the tension radiating from him, coiled and ready. "Step away from my wife," Adrian commanded, his eyes boring into Damien with pure hatred. "Ex-wife," I found my voice, though it trembled. "Or did you forget you threw me out on the street?" Adrian's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. He took three long strides forward, and I instinctively stepped back, my spine pressing against Damien's solid chest.

Rich psychopaths did. A heavy silence settled between us.Then he spoke. “Do you want revenge?”The words sliced through the alcohol fog.“What?” “Your ex-husband.” Eyes still on the road. “Do you want revenge?” I looked at him. “Hypothetically?” I asked him. “Yes.” I thought of Ryan’s cold eyes. Vanessa’s hand resting on her stomach. The signed papers. The walk-out. The way he’d erased me like I was a typo. Something dark uncoiled in my chest.

“Get out of my house, Kade. I will not let you deceive my wife into ruining our home.” My blood boiled, every fiber of my being screaming at me to snap his neck right there and then. I hadn't gotten this close to him ever since I found out that he'd been fucking my wife, because I knew I would not be able to stop myself from sending him to hell. Well, he had no idea what I was planning. “You destroyed your home when you decided to stick your limp cock into other women instead of taking care of your wife.” “I'm warning you Kade, get out!” He growled, trying to intimidate me, but I scoffed and looked at Marissa who was still trembling in the corner.

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands