The Perfect Wife's Revenge Novels & Stories

“I mean, we talked about a few things, and I think it won’t be difficult to get the information I need from him.” Carolina’s lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned slightly against the counter. “See? It wasn’t that bad. And I’m sure if you keep up the act, you’ll get your perfect revenge on your ex-husband.” Her words hung in the air, sharp and deliberate. My stomach churned, a mix of satisfaction and unease settling in.

I kind of felt like I deserved this. I didn’t think this was cheating. I didn’t think it should count. I won't think about Ryan or what he did. This isn't about him... It's about me. I had been the perfect wife. Loyal. Quiet. Supportive. I had been the ideal daughter-in-law, the flawless sister-in-law. I gave everything. I lost everything. I think, just for once… I deserve to be reckless. Just one night.

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,

But I didn't move an inch, not when she was staring at me that way, with those deep hazel eyes that seemed to unravel every inch of me. The mole on her jaw. Her wide hips. Her small, yet cute, beautiful face. Everything about this woman, my wife, screams PERFECTION! ‘Stop telling me what to do!’ I hissed back. ‘Oh, you don't like it? Well that is exactly what you've been doing to me since I got you!’

I'm sorry for living. “Sorry?" Elena scoffed, folding her arms. “Sorry doesn't change the fact that my son married a woman who brings nothing to his life" Nothing? A small laugh came out of my mouth. I wanted to argue that Adrian, my husband would not be in his position if it weren't for me but I said nothing because what could a wife do for her husband? My hands trembled as I cleaned the table. Elena continued to track my every movement. “What exactly do you do all day?" The old woman whispered. “You don't work. You don't manage anything…”

“Incredible. I’m your wife, Ronald. I’m expecting your child, and you choose him over me?” “This isn’t a personal issue,” he replied, his tone heavy with cold certainty. “It’s about the business.” “Don’t you dare sideline me like that. I have a stake in this too!” she retorted, her fists clenched in frustration. Ronald’s gaze intensified, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve made my decision, Catherine. It’s set in stone.” A thick silence ensued. Catherine’s eyes glistened with unshed tears of anger, yet she held them back. Without saying another word, she turned and stormed out, leaving Ronald in the wake of her fury.

A female scent waffed into my nostrils, growing stronger and more aggressive. "How are you, Kylie?" A pair of red high-heeled shoes stopped in front of the cell. I looked up slowly from the tip of the woman's shoe to her face. A red diamond necklace was shining brightly. It's my mom's legacy and it belongs to me. And now it's around this woman's neck. The woman in front of me who was wearing delicate make-up was not only my sister, but also my husband's mistress—She's the one who destroyed everything... My sister.

“If you wanted a meek lady of the manor with all the social niceties and the proper grooming and breeding to be a perfect hostess and compliment to you, then you should have thought before you stepped forward to marry in your brother’s stead. He knew what he was getting.” She planted her hands on her hips and stepped forward again until her chest was pressed against his midsection. “I am none of those things. I have no desire to be those things. I had set my mind to relent and to apply myself to be the perfect wife, and then the men came across the brook and overpowered me as easily as they would a child. What good am I to you or to my clan if I cannot even defend myself? How am I supposed t

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.