Wife's Revenge Chinese Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was just a woman I chose out of multiple of them, I didn't pick her to be acting out of character. “Austin! I am your wife-to-be!- “Wife to be. It means I can still decide if I still want you as my wife or not” I interrupted her. “What do you mean- she gaped with her mouth open. “I believe you are not slow” I glanced back at what I was doing before she bagged in with her nuisance. Suddenly, the atmosphere became quiet, and then her dry hissed interrupted into the air. “I can see that you are not ready to call yourself back to your senses. You won't humiliate me to my face, never!” She grabbed the frame in front of me and smashed it hard on the ground. “Enough of this nonsense!” She screa

I hung up when she started another round of cursing. I really was setting myself up when I thought I could make this family work, wasn’t I? Now I knew better and all I wanted to do was exist by her side, with my ring on her finger and my face between her beautiful boobs. First things first, someone has to pay for putting hands on my pride and joy and I wanted a smoking hot revenge.

Her hands shook as she scrolled through the endless streams of hate. First, the tears came slow; then, faster, spilling down her cheeks as the weight of it all crushed her. Her marriage, her baby, her dignity, everything had been ripped away. She was so lost in her despair that she almost didn't notice the commotion a few feet away. An elderly woman, she had gray hair that was in a loose bun, had hailed a taxi but was struggling to climb in. As Nicole watched, the taxi pulled away, leaving the woman stumbling back.

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.

No father. Clara pressed the drawing to her chest. For the first time since that night, tears came, silent and shaking. She understood now: the messages, the perfume, the precision of every word Ms. Rowen had spoken. This had never been about love or jealousy. It had been about revenge. And it was still unfolding. End of Chapter 4 — The Shape of Guilt

And with a strength she had never possessed before. This marriage was not the end. It was the beginning. The beginning of a plan Jasmine had long kept in silence. **Revenge.** To be continued…

Lucien held my gaze for a moment longer. "Alright, Officer Vale," he said. “Let’s make your husband regret ever hurting you”

I stated flatly, my voice stressed and drained. “When did you start addressing that whore as your wife? The marriage is all a shab…” “She isn't a whore!” I cut him off. “If you have nothing reasonable to say, I'm hanging up.” “You are not trying to back out of the revenge plan, right?” “My wife is struggling for her life in the hospital, and all you care about is some stupid revenge,” I growled, consumed by anger. “If she dies, it makes things better. I intend on wiping out the entire family and anyone who tries to stop me from the surface of the earth.”