The Ex Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

Elegant, polished, her long silky hair cascading over one shoulder and her sharp eyes gleaming with malicious delight. The same woman who had called me useless, who had kissed my husband—my ex-husband—right in front of me while I lay broken on the floor. The same woman who had taken everything from me now stood in the place I had just been dragged into. My stomach twisted violently. The nausea I had been fighting since the mall surged again, mixing with pure humiliation. My legs trembled. If Drake hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed. Jackson’s gaze locked on mine. For a split second, something like regret flashed across his face, but it was gone too fast. Chloe’s lips curved into

And I was his wife. At reunions, people looked at us with admiration. Some with jealousy. They whispered about how lucky I was, how perfect we looked together. But now, standing outside my own home, listening to my husband talk about another woman, I felt the pain sink deep into my bones. I could not stand there any longer. If I stayed one more minute, I knew I would lose control. I would cry. I would scream. I would break. So I turned around and ran. I ran out of the house, tears blurring my vision, my chest tight with pain. My hands clutched the pregnancy paper as if it were the only thing keeping me standing.

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

She is an ex-wife, a person who has enough to take them down. I pick up my cell and call her. It rings a few times, and my panic gets worse, but I relax when her voice finally rings in my ear. “Hey, handsome. Is everything okay?” “Yes. Are you okay? I thought you would be back by now.” “I am fine. I am just waiting for our food. My meeting went over. I will be home soon,” she replies. Thank God! If they did anything to her, I would kill them and happily do time for doing so. They have done enough to her already.

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

" Samantha wasn't intimidated at all. She raised her chin high and looked at Alice scornfully. She spoke like she was Kendrick's rightful wife. The people outside started to criticize Alice. They were husband and wife in the first place. Even though they were divorced, they still had a son. Besides, they saw how Kendrick acted back then and saw that he still had feelings for his ex-wife. He came to help her on his own accord. Meanwhile, Alice was just a lowly assistant who didn't have the right to scold Samantha. They hated women like Alice, who didn't know their place. Women like her always seduced their men. All kinds of insults were thrown at her. Both Alice and Samantha heard them.

"Wow! So just because her love was rejected by your ex-husband, she’s taking revenge by destroying your business? That’s ridiculous! So, what’s your plan now, my wife? Do you need my help?" To be continued…

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

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.

“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.