The Perfect Wife's Revenge Novels & Stories

I want her to feel what my wife felt. I'm going to lock the door. That way, no one will come to disturb us. I pull the empty bed that is hidden a few meters from us. I pull it, and his wife looks at me, she hasn't understood yet. When her eyes fall on the bed, she looks at me and asks: - Auracio... what is this bed doing here? She starts backing away towards her husband who is trying to break free. I burst out laughing; I think I've found my ideal revenge. Yes, he will taste what he made me go through.

As I read more I became more aware of how phony their marriage had been. Without a doubt she had maintained the act. She had pretended to be the ideal wife but it was all a front. I couldnt figure out what kind of person would do that or what kind of woman would marry someone without intending to love them. Knowing that he loved her unconditionally and would stop at nothing to win her how could she have done that to him and married him? There was also the guilt that kept coming back to me. I had discovered something that would shatter him. His life had been devoted to Fiona.

Absolutely perfect. Everything I had done for the past ten years was leading to moments like this. Ten long years of pretending to be broken. Ten years of lying in that wheelchair, letting her bathe me, feed me, and sacrifice her youth and beauty for me. The car accident, the carefully staged injuries, the fake medical reports, the years of watching her cry at night because she felt unwanted. All of it was designed to make her trust me completely. To make her believe she was the strong, loyal wife who stood by her husband through everything. So when the hammer finally fell, it would destroy her completely. There is no sweeter revenge than watching someone who loves you realize they were neve

It pained me unintentionally that he thought this low of me. "I don't need to dig in your wife's personal affairs, Mr. Black but you should. I mean she's your wife and The Blacks believe in keeping their reputation above everything. Your Mrs. Perfect is a first class slut, Mr. Black. Go and dig into her past and present. I can assure you that you don't have to dig deeper because as much as she's beautiful, her brain is rotten. After all, you're very good at spying on people to find out their flaws. You did it years ago, you can do it again." I tried to give him the taste of his own medicine.

“It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.” Her words hit me like a brick to the chest. I blinked, trying to keep my expression neutral, but my curiosity burned brighter. “And what would you do if you were in her shoes? I mean, would you still marry the motherfucking cheating husband?” The woman smirked, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “If it were me? I’d still marry him.” I frowned, confused. “Why would you do that? Why marry someone who betrayed you?”

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.

I asked, wishing it wouldn't be true. "Yes, it is. I know everything that goes on in that house; once, while I was sweeping the hallway, I overheard him on a call with someone; the conversation suggested that they were planning an attack." "If I were you, I'd never show my face in that office again, at least until you've had your revenge." She suggested. "I know I have a little vendetta with Thanes, but I am more particular about having my revenge on Mia and the stupid man I divorced!" I let out.

Perfect at hiding the turmoil I was feeling beneath. “ You. I mean, this whole revenge plan, is it worth it?” . His jaw tightened. “ You love her, Xavier.... I mean, you loved her. Did you really think she did all of this to hurt you. Don’t you think there’s more to the story? Besides, you know how your father is. I just thought..... My pulse spiked, my vision blurring with anger. “ Don’t.” I spat out harshly, gently working my jaw. “Xav....

I turned my face back to the ocean, letting the wind whip through my hair, the salty air stinging my lips. The tide rolled in and out, rocking with the same rhythm my heart refused to settle into. "My life ended the day my husband and my son tossed me aside like garbage," I whispered, the words slipping out like venom disguised as confession. "After that, I lived for one purpose—revenge. But now, with my son back in the picture, I have to be less reckless… smarter. Because the people I want to burn like to play dirty." Silence stretched between us. Kendrick didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, eyes heavy with a weight I couldn’t place.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River