Vengeful Ex Novels & Stories

“I’ve divorced Lucy. The truth is, you’ve always been the one I cared about.” Renee rolled her eyes internally. If Mandy didn’t buy it, neither did she. Mandy’s expression turned sour. “Your divorce has nothing to do with me. Don’t try to drag me into your mess.” “Mandy, come on. We were together for so many years. I’ve lost everything—gone bankrupt. You can’t just leave me to fend for myself!” “Get out. Security, escort him out!” Mandy barked. The ex-husband was promptly removed, still shouting about his misfortunes.

"I'm scared to death but there's nothing I can do about it because Damien trusts her and still feels sympathetic towards her after losing her husband. In his head, she's a victim when she's the actual victim. And that drives me nuts." "Why can't you just sit down and have a conversation with him. Tell him that his ex is a fùcking psycho. She killed his sister and her husband. He's a wonderful husband. He should believe his wife over his ex." "He's busy feeling sorry for his ex. I don't think he'll believe a word I say. He'll just think that I'm being jealous or I'm trying to kick Vanessa out because I hate her." "I'm starting to hate your husband."

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

I smiled, “Definitely.” She added, “My ex’s name is Jack Greene. He’s an asshole. He’s actually a really scary asshole, to be honest.” I nodded, “I get it. My ex-mother-in-law was a nightmare. Unfortunately, she’s about to become my nightmare again. I’m about to marry the love of my life, but here’s the kicker: He is Victor’s half-brother. Daniel always hated her because she abused him until he left for boarding school.

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.

“I was such a fool. I believed Moreen and my mother’s act completely, while you…” “Enough, Axton. It’s already too late,” Angelina cut him off coldly. This time, she turned her face toward the large glass window beside them, utterly unwilling to look at her ex-husband anymore. “Your apology now won’t change the bitter past that already happened. It never will.” Faced with such merciless rejection, the tears Axton had been holding back finally gathered in his eyes. His chest throbbed with unbearable pain. Guilt roared violently inside him, destroying the last remnants of the pride he once held so highly.

Without thinking, a small smile spread across his lips. And then, the wallet. He clenched his jaw at the thought, annoyed at himself. He had deliberately left it behind as an excuse to see her again. A move so out of character that it made him feel foolish. Maybe he had been too harsh on her, he thought briefly. The way she stood her ground lingered in his mind longer than it should have. But it didn’t last as the memories of his ex’s manipulation, the way she had used him, flashed through his mind. The smile vanished, replaced by a hardened expression. He couldn’t trust anyone, not again.

“Why would I? I don’t need him. Men only bring pain, and I’ve had enough of that.” Mrs. Cassiopeia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Who hurt you?” Elowen’s gaze dropped to her teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. “My ex-husband. He took everything from me. Stripped me of my life and tossed me aside like trash.” Mrs. Cassiopeia’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you going to do about it?” Elowen sat back, her posture relaxed but her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m working on it. I came back for a reason, and I won’t leave until I get what’s mine.”

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

She'd falsely reported a crime which she had committed. He was grateful for the information he had. He'd sent her a bottle of expensive wine and a dozen roses. She heard the fuzz of more people entering the gallery and looked over her shoulder to see her ex in-laws entering. “What the actual fuck?” she hissed under her breath while maintaining her smile.” “Why are they here?” They were not invited.” “It's an open invitation,” she gritted through her teeth.” “Darling,” Maria gripped her shoulders and blew air kisses to her cheek. “You look gorgeous.