The Ex Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

All I could think of were those dark brown eyes, the ones of my ex-wife. Sh!t! Why was i thinking of her? “Reid?” Kylie leaned closer. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know you want it as bad as I do.” Her hand went lower. “Enough,” I said coldly, pushing her thin hand away. “What?” “I said enough.” standing up, I straightened my jacket. “Just stop.” Her expression hardened. “Is this about her again? Yeah I heard she resurfaced. I saw it online.”

“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.

“I have a confession to make, she said, her eyes locked on his. He raised an eyebrow, his face inches from hers. “I’m listening. What is it?” Flora’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t stop herself. The amber liquid swirled in her glass, each sip a slow burn that both soothed and emboldened her. His penthouse, a testament to his success, felt like a stranger’s place and more like a refuge. The outside city lights twinkled like scattered diamonds outside the panoramic window. Their conversation was as captivating as the view. “I thought of using you,” she admitted, her words slurring slightly. “To get revenge on my husband.” Shame clawed at her as she admitted her desire out loud.

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.

Let the weight of that sink in. "So I did what any mother would do. I fought back. I rebuilt. I created a new company. I exposed his crimes. I got my daughter back. And I destroyed everyone who'd tried to destroy me. My ex-husband went to prison. His business partners went to prison. Everyone who hurt me faced consequences." Another pause. "And you know what? It felt good. Watching my enemies fall. Seeing them lose everything like they'd made me lose everything. There's something dark and satisfying about revenge. Something that feels like justice."

"But you couldn't stand that she might choose me. So you destroyed everything. My company. My reputation. My future." "You were weak. You would have dragged her down." "And you built her up so well, didn't you? Abandoned her when she lost your baby. Replaced her before she even signed the divorce papers." His voice is ice. "Tell me, Julian. Does Vivienne know you're still in love with your ex-wife?" "I'm not—" "Don't lie. You've been staring at her all night. Like a starving man watching someone else eat." I flick the cigarette over the railing. "If this is your revenge, it's pathetic. So you married my ex-wife. Congratulations. You got my leftovers."

Tomorrow is a big day for her though the marriage might be a sham but she's still getting married. Once upon a time she had wanted to get married to the love of her life live life like every normal girl and have a complete family. But who was she kidding her life is far from normal, yes she's marrying a man who was once the love of her life. Right now she felt nothing for him all she craves is revenge revenge revenge. And she's going to get it…. The car finally came to a halt in front of an impressive glass-walled building, where a valet stood ready to assist her.

"Liana. She showed and she's been causing everything to crash right before my eyes" Serena's confusion was obvious. "Her? Who?" I breathed out, the words spilling from me, because there was no longer any need for secrets. "My ex-wife," I told him, the words bitter on my tongue. " She's clearly out for revenge. She's been acquiring stock in the company, taking over the board, using her influence to manipulate them. I don't want you involved in any of it. I don't want you to understand just how deep it runs. But I was foolish. I pushed you away because I didn't know what to do with all of this. With her."

“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.

A silk blindfold—on it written: touch yourself while you’re blind so Nora doesn’t kill you in your dream. Soft padded wrist cuffs. Warming lube. Feather tickler. “This motherfucker!” I scoffed, laughing dryly. “I think he has no idea his once stupid wife is now living with a billionaire.” I paused and shook off the memories flooding my head. “Trust me, Harry. That stupid ex-wife is coming for revenge, and she’s going to be another man’s obsession too,” I whispered, smiling deadly. Darien may be acting so hard, but soon he’ll be so fucking obsessed with me. And this is my first promise.