The Ex Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

“People will know you as Mrs Adams from now on, the wife of Karl Adams and the real madam of the Adam's family, your name holds so much power. With time, you'll find out..” I pursed my lips unable to utter a single word, what angel did I help in my previous life to be able to get so lucky? Just a few days ago, I was locked up without any way to escape, I've given up hope of ever coming out until my sentence is over. But here I am, the wife of a wealthy man. I'm gonna rain down blood on those who contributed to my misery. I'll make them regret ever choosing to betray me the way that they did. The countdown to their doom has just begun.

"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.

“You'll be coming to this place, my private residence, once in a while, but I need you to fully stay at the family house, where my spoiled lazy son stayed.” That's right. All through the five months I was married to him, Freddie,my ex husband doesn't do anything at all. Apart from carrying girls. “I want you to go inside that house, make their life a living hell.” The words brought out so much joy inside of me. I can't believe it is finally time for me to take my revenge on them. **** The next day, I stood in front of the mansion again, the same place I was thrown out like a trash, I'm about to return there as somebody. Someone powerful.

“We may have only recently divorced, but I know him a lot better than most people. I do. I know every dirty secret, every trick up his sleeve, and I can tell you for a fact that he is capable of anything. He’s unscrupulous.” I watched as Miller’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do you really think I’d approach you so confidently if I didn’t have absolute certainty that my ex-husband is a greedy and cunning bastard?” I added. A chuckle escaped the Colonel’s lips. “Well, I must say, I never thought I’d find myself caught in the midst of a scorned ex-wife’s plot for revenge,” he remarked. I scoffed lightly. “What else would you expect from a woman whose husband cheated on her with her own sister, and had t

"Yes, there, don't stop, fuck, don't stop..." His hand wound into my hair, pulling my head back, and he took me hard, every stroke slapping against my ass, every one making me whimper. I should have felt ashamed. I was a married woman on my knees for my husband's uncle, moaning his name while my phone buzzed on the floor. I didn't care. God help me, I didn't care at all. I shoved back against him, meeting every thrust, wanting more, wanting everything. "That's it," he growled. "Take it. You've been starving, haven't you?"

Long after he’d fallen asleep beside me in our bed, his arm draped loosely, comfortably, across my waist, I lay awake, staring out at the city lights, no longer a symbol of threat or confinement, but a horizon of endless possibilities. The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge. The phrase, once a bitter, defining label, now felt… distant. Almost irrelevant. My revenge hadn't been about destruction. It hadn't been about tearing down those who had wronged me. It had been about rebuilding. About reclaiming my life, my power, my identity. It had been about choosing to heal, to grow, to find strength in the face of betrayal, in the face of fear. My revenge was Isabella’s laughter, AJ’s sturdy embrace, the way th

Digby thought on his feet quickly and raised his voice, "You slut! You took advantage of me while I was drunk. I didn't think you'd actively seek to upset my wife to the point that she miscarried. I have to get revenge for my dead child!" After hearing this, many who had been willing to help were hesitant. That woman was a mistress who had ruined someone else's household and caused a miscarriage for the man's wife? Then there was no reason to feel sorry for her.

I stated flatly, my voice stressed and drained. “When did you start addressing that whore as your wife? The marriage is all a shab…” “She isn't a whore!” I cut him off. “If you have nothing reasonable to say, I'm hanging up.” “You are not trying to back out of the revenge plan, right?” “My wife is struggling for her life in the hospital, and all you care about is some stupid revenge,” I growled, consumed by anger. “If she dies, it makes things better. I intend on wiping out the entire family and anyone who tries to stop me from the surface of the earth.”

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

“Didn’t you know that before thinking it is cool to cheat on your wife with her best friend?” “I wasn’t expecting it to go this far.” He defended. “That's none of my business. It's your mess; clean it up. And don’t forget getting in Andrea’s good books is the only thing left to save the family. Your supposed ex-wife wouldn’t have been able to help even if she worked like her butt off for a decade. So suck it up and manage your home well. Get off my phone, young man.” She snickered, ending the call.