Novel & Cerita Wife's Revenge Novel

> "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

"I am the Alpha King. I decide what is necessary. And I have decided that your little... outburst... requires explanation. And punishment." She met my gaze. Her eyes were cold. Empty. "Then explain," she said. "Explain why you allowed a man like him to kill a defenseless woman." "Defenseless woman?" I laughed. "She was a traitor and a conspirator. She was—" "She was your wife." The words hung in the air like a blade suspended over my head. "She was your wife," she repeated, her voice steady and unwavering. "And you ordered for her execution. Is that what you have planned for me? Is that what you plan to do when you get bored of me?"

“People will know you as Mrs Adams from now on, the wife of Karl Adams and the real madam of the Adam's family, your name holds so much power. With time, you'll find out..” I pursed my lips unable to utter a single word, what angel did I help in my previous life to be able to get so lucky? Just a few days ago, I was locked up without any way to escape, I've given up hope of ever coming out until my sentence is over. But here I am, the wife of a wealthy man. I'm gonna rain down blood on those who contributed to my misery. I'll make them regret ever choosing to betray me the way that they did. The countdown to their doom has just begun.

Harah shook her head at her sister's behavior. "I'm proud of nothing but myself. And I'm thankful that I'm not like you. Plastics and things made of rubber, when burned, the stench is worse than plastic. So don't clean yourself up too much. Because your smell is nauseating. Yourself can't criticize your stench." Harah replied annoyed but she didn't generalize. Her face remained blank. Whenever Harah actually sees the people who were cruel to her before, her blood automatically boils. Especially the two sisters named, Marisol and Marites. She has not yet retaliated for what they did before. Today was Harah's chosen day for revenge. Marisol and Marites were so angry that they rushed at Harah a

Her company which she had handed over to him as a sign of respect and duty, her honour, her family's name. Who could he? “Are those tears I see in your eyes, Mary? Shouldn't you have some dignity?” Selena mocked her again “Dignity, you say? Where did You keep yours when you decided to sleep with my husband?” Mary asked, her heart almost squeezing the life out of her. “I didn't go to meet your husband, Mary, he came to me. He seemed to prefer the younger sister with the better blood than a sickly like you. Oh wait, does he even know you have just six more months to live?”

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?

Then, slowly, her eyes started to narrow. “Vanessa!” Of course, it had to be her. Who else would want to make her feel so small? To punish her for daring to survive, for refusing to back down and let her take everything, her husband, her life, the status she had once boasted of? Who else would still be so angry that Isla, of all people, came back stronger than before? A quietness started to settle over her. It was Vanessa. Then her lips began to curl as she slowly reached a decision.

My body slow as a woman pushed me back onto the sofa. W who was she? “L lyla?” I stuttered, trying to make out if the woman now straddling me was my wife. “Shhhh,” she whispered seductively, biting my ear lobe softly as I heard the clasp of her bra unhook. Instinctively my hands went out to touch her. I loved my wife. Loved the feel of her beautiful skin and silky hair. My mouth found the side of her neck and I was about to drop a kiss there when I heard Lyla’s unmistakable scream.

“You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?” Inés nodded. She understood more than the woman could guess. Because she wasn’t just here to clean. She was here to find out who set the fire that killed her family. And every clue pointed to the Delgado Mafia. *** She’d barely changed into the uniform when it happened. She turned a corner carrying a tray of drinks and slammed right into a wall of muscle. The tray clattered to the floor. “You’ve got two seconds to explain why you’re soaking my shirt,” a voice snapped above her, low and cold.

Selene pressed her hands over her ears, rocking slightly, but the voice dug deeper, merciless. “You’ve been blind, Selene. Blind and weak. And the longer you pretend otherwise, the longer you remain his fool.” “No!” Her voice broke, but the denial rang hollow, even to her own ears. The woman’s eyes blazed with something darker than anger. “Your husband betrayed you with Scarlett Vale. The only question left is what you’re going to do about it.” “That’s not the truth! Stop it!” Selene panted, dragging her hands down her face and through her hair, her breath ragged.