The Ex Husbands Revenge Novels & Stories

Dawn crept through the curtains when I collapsed on the couch — the scent of hotel sheets still clinging to my skin. Regret pressed down on me, heavy and sour, but not strong enough to erase the memory of his hands. Fuck. I slept with my friend’s husband — my husband’s friend. There isn’t a word filthy enough for what I’ve become in the name of revenge.

“You here to ask what your wife looks like when she’s screaming my name?” Billy didn’t answer. He lunged. The first punch caught Luis by surprise, sending him sprawling into a wall of mirrors. The next one met resistance—Luis was stronger than he looked. The two men tangled, fists flying, grunts and curses echoing through the empty space. “You think this is about jealousy?” Billy growled, slamming Luis into a locker. “You destroyed my marriage!” Luis laughed, blood on his lips. “Your marriage was already broken, Jackson. Maybe if you weren’t such a cold bastard, she wouldn’t have needed me to make her feel alive. Face it—you bored her.”

“You brought Celeste back and paraded her in front of our son! So don't you dare come in here and talk to me about moving on.” ​“It’s not the same,” he growled. ​“It’s exactly the same. The only difference is I don’t owe you a single explanation anymore. Now get out.” ​“You're being reckless,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “You’re being ridiculous.” ​“And you’re being territorial. You don’t get to play the jealous husband now that you’ve thrown the marriage away.” ​The air between us was thick, charged with ten years of resentment and something else—something jagged and raw. We were inches apart, breathing each other’s air, and for a second, I thought he might actually grab

I square my shoulders, gather my things, and start preparing for war. Tje first thing I notice as I walk into the conference room for our meeting with the Chests is how carefully neutral everything is. There are no personal touches, or warmth. The Chests are already there. Marianne Chest sits at the head of the table, spine ramrod straight, hands folded like she’s presiding over a funeral instead of a custody negotiation. Her husband, Victor, flanks her on the right, jaw tight, eyes sharp and openly hostile. Their eldest son lounges back in his chair like this is a performance he’s already bored with, while their lawyer, athin man with too-white teeth oganizes papers aggressively.

"Is this an extortion attempt?" "No, the pretty brunette with the dark kohl lined eyes and red lipstick shook her head. "It's the opposite. My ex-husband fucked me over badly. He left information on my laptop pertaining to business transactions which you might be interested in. I don't want to extort you, Mr Machado. I want to bribe you to help me ruin the bastard. "Bribe me How?" He wanted to laugh at the vehemence of her. "Merlin McGrath is my ex-husband."

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

I spun around to see who it was and I met a pair of eyes, staring at me in shock with his mouth gap open. I smiled inwardly, "I'm back for revenge, dear ex-husband."

"You're my wife! You belong to the Gold family! And you're standing here praising another man in front of your husband?!" "I am not your wife anymore, Lark," Anika stated coldly, "I've moved on, and frankly, so should you." Lark’s mind completely snapped. The humiliation from the wedding, his sister’s demotion, and Anika’s cold rejection all rushed to his head at once. This was supposed to be his chance to save her. Had she really moved on?? Blinded by pure rage, he raised his hand up swinging it forward right to her her face to slap her.

Julian was extremely miffed about all this. Nikita's reply was short and curt. "Julian, to be very honest, I've always thought you were an idiot. I never liked you, and I'm glad that I can finally speak the truth right to your face now. You're the biggest idiot I've ever had the misfortune of meeting." With that, she hung up and blocked his number. Things did not end there. That afternoon, another news article popped up. [Just yesterday the CEO of Nextronics, Spencer Ford, was revealed to have been cheating on his long-term wife. As of today, he was spotted at XX Hospital, alongside his alleged mistress, Queenie Cadwell.]

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.