The Ex Wife Revenge Novels & Stories

I said bitterly. Riley's wide eyed look of surprise only made me feel worse. “Shit. Arch Marvin? Isn't he like an ice god or something?” “I don't want to talk about Arch, or my ex-husband. I'm divorcing him. I need to get him off my board, because I can't deal with seeing his face every single day.” “So fire him?” “I can't. Arch won't let me. He still owns majority shares.” Riley sat back, her eyes closed for a second, and when she opened them, I could see they're brighter, almost feverish with excitement.

“Caroline tends to have that effect on people.” “I’m serious,” Katherine said, her tone sharper now. “I’m not even sure this is something I want to do. It felt right in the moment, but now... I don’t know.” "And...I don't even know why you want to help me exact revenge on my ex-husband, so I clearly wasn't thinking straight." Katherine added, diverting her gaze to a roman goddess sculpture beside her.

“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?”

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.

He will never find a better woman or wife than Serena was for him. “If I am fucking her or not is none of your business. And your ex-wife, remember? You are no longer married. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are jealous. What is the matter, big brother? Felicity, not what you wanted after all?” I chuckle. With every word, his jaw gets tighter, his knuckles turn white, and he clenches them. Not only is his anger obvious, but his face and eyes are full of regret. He knows the mistake he made.

“My revenge on Marcus is only getting started. He humiliated me in front of the world. I will watch him fall from the height he thought he deserved, and I will do it standing beside the man he could never become.” She didn't care if she was going to be married to a man who was ten times older than her, he did this to her. He made her this cold. The world watched her fall. Now they will watch her rise as Mrs. Damien Voss. It was only a matter of time before he got used to the fact that she was getting married to his dearest daddy.

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.”

She was going to sign the divorce papers and this had to be the best thing that happened to her for a long time. But her fingers, wrapped around her bag, tightened just slightly. Barely noticeable. Shameless? Her father’s face flashed in her mind. The day he came home with empty hands. The day everything collapsed. The nights her mother pretended not to be hungry so her children could eat. Shameless? Her lips almost curved. Almost. But she kept walking. She was going to sign the divorce papers and this had to be the best thing that happened to her for a long time.

“You don't believe me?” “I believe you're emotional.” “She is alive.” Arthur stood. “If Rihanna were alive, she would have contacted us.” Edrian laughed bitterly. “Why would she?” Neither man spoke. Valerie suddenly grabbed Edrian's arm. “Stop thinking about her.” He pulled away. “Don't touch me.” Her face hardened. “You're still obsessed with her.” “I'm trying to figure out who that woman is.” “You're trying to bring your dead wife back.”Edrian looked at her coldly. “She was my wife.” Valerie's eyes filled with anger. “And I'm your wife now.”

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.