The Ex Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

He was obviously not interested in carrying out his plans anymore, judging from what I saw earlier while walking in. ''Plans?'' I questioned, forcing my wrist out of his strong grip, ''Your ex wife is back into your life. And I know for sure that you're dropping the revenge we've been planning. So what plans are you blabbing about?'' ''Look, Valerie. It's not like that, okay? Rebecca really looks repentant of her actions. And I—'' ''Just hold it right there,'' I snarled, interrupting his sentence, ''It's none of my business if you want her back in your life and house. I really don't care anyway.''

And besides, she knew there was no way he wasn’t going to get the deal after she had flung her father’s name around, as well as her perfect record in the industry, painting Finn as the heartbroken man who lost it all after his wife betrayed him. “Are you fine?” Finn turned her around to face him. “You look upset.” “I am upset,” she asserted. “And it's because your lousy ex-wife wouldn’t stop messing with me.” “What did Rina do?” “Even hearing her name gets me upset!” Kayla screeched and returned to the fridge, grabbing her bottle of water and walking away from Finn. “That bitch!” he cursed. “When would she learn her lesson?”

But deep inside, I knew that the purpose of this press conference was to discredit him and ruin his reputation. "Is it true, Ms. Camilla, that Lester is your ex-husband?" a voice from the back of the room called out. I felt a cold wave of dread wash over me. A part of me had hoped to avoid this, to keep this part of my past buried. But it seemed like this was my only way to serve my revenge successfully. Kalel, sensing my discomfort, squeezed my hand again. "Yes, it's true. Lester is my ex-husband."

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.

The wedding reception had started with laughter and music—the sound of love songs that were being played as Gavin and I found ourselves on the dance floor. This was the start of my new life as Monica jones, wife to a powerful billionaire and the beginning of my revenge against my ex husband and ex best friend.

It hurt my feelings to see him like that but I gave a cold face instead, killing those concerns off. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice shaking. “I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, stepping closer. “I saved your life once. Are you really going to throw it away now?” My tears spilled over as I shook my head. “You don’t understand. I have nothing. No one. My family hates me, my ex-husband took everything, and I… I just can’t keep fighting. I'm sorry to break this to you but I am disappointed that you didn't leave me to die that time”

“This should be… memorable.” When the call ended, Julie—now head of PR for Aurelia Luxe—entered the office, iPad in hand. “I just saw the partnership details,” she said cautiously. “It’s his company. You okay?” Anne stood and walked to the window, staring out at the skyline she once knew. “I’m not just here for a project, Jules,” she said softly. “I’m here for closure. And revenge.” Julie lowered her voice. “You sure you’re ready for this? Seeing him again? Seeing them?”

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.’”

“Why would I? I don’t need him. Men only bring pain, and I’ve had enough of that.” Mrs. Cassiopeia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Who hurt you?” Elowen’s gaze dropped to her teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. “My ex-husband. He took everything from me. Stripped me of my life and tossed me aside like trash.” Mrs. Cassiopeia’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you going to do about it?” Elowen sat back, her posture relaxed but her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m working on it. I came back for a reason, and I won’t leave until I get what’s mine.”

He crossed the room in three smooth steps and knelt in front of me, his hand resting gently—but commandingly—on mine. “Elena Moretti may be dead,” he said. “But Sierra De Luca is about to rise. To rise from the ashes of Elena. And if revenge is what you seek…” I met his eyes, steady and burning. “…then vengeance is what you shall have.” I nodded once. Fierce. Unshaken. “I want it all,” I whispered. “Every damn piece of them.”