The Ex Wife Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My heart felt like it had been split wide open. Everything inside me turned to ash. They took everything. My marriage. My father. My life. And now they were out there, laughing, celebrating under the same roof where I was being buried alive in betrayal. Rage surged through my veins, hot and blinding. I stood. I no longer cared who saw me. My vision blurred as I flung open the door and stormed out into the corridor. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. People smiled, unaware that the woman they came to celebrate had just been left for dead by the man she trusted most.

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

“She wanted the image of power without the man behind it. You see all of me the kid from Queens, the ruthless CEO, the man who wants to worship you and protect you at the same time. She can’t touch that.” He kissed me deeply, possessively. “Let Theo and Victoria play their games. You focus on your show. On your art. On being the brilliant woman I fell for. And when the opening comes, you will shine with or without their interference.” I clung to him, heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination. Theo Langford now had a powerful ally in Victoria Lang Damien’s bitter ex-wife, driven by old wounds and a desire for revenge. The battlefield had grown larger.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

“Shouldn't you?" She had a faraway look in her eye. “What do you think I can do?" I sat back. “Take the one thing that he loves the most away from him." She was horrified. “We're not killing anybody". “I meant his business". I did not think the man loved anyone. “Who would we want to kill anyway?" “His mother" she muttered, downcast again. I noted the sentiment. “I'm sure a man like your ex-husband is not a honest business man. We'll dig out his skeletons, look for loopholes in his business and crash it all down".

“And you think she’ll come?" “She will. If there’s one thing I know about my ex-wife, it's that she's a psychopath. A lunatic. She’s irrational and can get desperate when she wants to get rid of something or someone. When she realizes that her plot to frame me has failed, she’ll try something else.” “Which will be her coming to the party in disguise to confront you?" “Exactly! Although she won’t confront me, she’ll try to hurt me. Revenge is her driving force right now; she’ll stop at nothing to eliminate me. Since she can’t have me in her life, then you can't. Nobody can. She’s that crazy."

The More I thought about the fact that my Ex husband was with another woman the more the whole situation made me crazier. I shouldn't crave sex with him so much right? yet in a way I found myself craving each and every bit of him. I still wanted his hands, I wanted every part of him everywhere. Still it was obvious that I couldn't get myself distracted at this moment. Not with the fact that I couldn't wait to carry out my revenge. I ran through my plans for the day, if I really wanted to get my revenge on my ex husband I had to start working at it as fast as possible.

I reached the parking lot and was about to climb my car when someone called my name. A frown formed on my head when I saw her familiar figure. Longing pierced me that it was an effort to breathe. I shook my head, thinking my eyes had been deceiving me. She was the last person I expected to see. Blood rushed to my head. Rage, the magnitude of which I was unable to comprehend, enveloped my entire being, making me tremble inwardly. Martina, my ex-wife, had finally shown up.

She was a shadow of herself now because although she had managed to sell her house and some of the property that she got while she was still with Derek so she had some money now, she still wasn’t getting any gigs and everyone in the movie industry avoided her like a plague. “Obviously for as long as it takes to get the kid. Why does it feel like I'm the only one who’s actually interested in getting revenge against Derek and his small family? Have you guys forgotten that he has offended us all? Denise, he chose that woman over you and her daughter over your son. Steve, he stole the woman you were dating, and humiliated you in front of her and their little brat.”

"But what if something had happened to me? Don't you know she hates my guts? For how long will I have to share my boyfriend with her? If you had gotten the job done since you got together with her, I wouldn't be here trying to win back a man who publicly dumped me and humiliated me." "At least you can have your revenge on them!" I rolled my eyes. "A revenge that us about to be spoilt." "What? How?" I swallowed before telling him how the house was empty, and I suspected that they had all figured out something. He fell silent for a moment before responding, "Actually, back to why I called you, the hitman that I sent after your husband's wife -" "Exwife!" I interjected, feeling irritated. I fel