Bull Humiliates Husband Novels & Stories

I have been the perfect wife to Marcus Blackwood, the powerful CEO of a billion-dollar empire, for five years. What I never knew was that the woman living under my roof as his "cousin" was his secret lover — and together, they had been quietly accelerating the brain cancer already killing me. But I woke up this time with something I never had before. Memories. Of my last life.. Now I’ve got three weeks left to live. So what does a dying woman with nothing left to lose do with a billionaire's darkest secrets? She burns it all down..

"Sophia! How could you be so careless? Does it hurt? Let me blow on it. It's all my fault for not watching out for you!" The chat instantly flipped entirely in my favor. Right then, the top donor, Bruce, came online. Gift animations flooded the screen. Bruce didn't hold back. He posted a single bold, colored comment: [Where the hell did this country bumpkin come from? What a turn-off. Get her the hell out of the kitchen! I spend my money to watch my sweetheart, not some fake-ass country girl cook.] Sophia stared at the insults on the screen, her face twisting with jealousy. Her nails dug so deep into her palms that they left crescent marks.

"Have you girls forgotten about the massive public scandal from last month? The huge fight in the media?" Bulimia frowned, trying to remember. "What fight?" "Her ex-husband!" Victoria laughed loudly, clapping her hands together. "Elena was married to some middle-class businessman named Mark. When Julian started sleeping with her, the ex-husband went completely wild! He dragged Julian’s name all over the internet and the television stations. There was a huge public scene. The man practically put Julian Vane in the media as a home-wrecking billionaire!"

He suddenly thought of Alaric. He remembered Julian's practiced malice when he rammed the go-kart into Alaric at the park. He remembered Isolde's casual sneer in the lab. "Caspian, Ivy pushed me..." "It's just a nutritional shot, it won't hurt him..." The words he once believed implicitly now turned into resounding slaps across his face. For a woman with a heart like a scorpion, he drove away the wife who only had eyes for him and even sent his own son to death's door.

” Fay laughed. Lara’s face was flushed with anger. "How dare you insult him, you little wretch? I'll sue you for slander if you accuse my son again.” "Go ahead," Fay retorted, "and while you're at it, tell everyone about your son cheating while we were still married. Make everyone aware of his vileness." "You... you..." Lara was furious and wished she could slap the arrogance away from Fay.

" he asks, his voice hoarse. "I mean, you slept with Julie. The woman I hate most in the world. A woman who has gone out of her way to bully me and humiliate me." Reminding myself of this brings the tears to my eyes, and I have to turn away. Anger surges through me again, choking me. My husband knew how hurt I was from Julie's bullying. And yet, he still slept with her. The reality of it hits me hard in the chest, and I have to fight every instinct to scream at him.

The man grabbed Olivia’s hand and dragged her out of the place. All the guests present looked at the plump woman who claimed to be David’s wife with disgust, even though they knew David did not yet have a wife. They wondered how she could so confidently claim to be the wife of the richest billionaire in the city, with an appearance like an ugly duckling. "Look at her! An ugly woman like that claiming to be David’s wife—has she gone mad?" some guests whispered among themselves, also insulting her. Olivia heard all those insults, but she simply remained silent and followed David out of the hotel. They were already leaving the hotel but David stopped for a moment, He immediately slapped Olivia

He slammed his hand down on the bar, the sound sharp and definitive. “A gold-digger?” he boomed, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent house. “Sophia? Are you serious, Donald?” He scoffed, a harsh, mocking sound that mirrored my own earlier reaction, but with far more venom. “Sophia was and will never be a gold-digger. She’s too decent for that. Too principled.”

Beta Homer strutted in, and I can’t think of anything else to hurl at him but a glare and a raised brow. “You’ve broken up,” Catrin folded her arms. “I think it’s unwise and assuming to call her ‘babe’.” “Not to mention you cheated on me with your other woman.” Homer then gathered all the sadness in his face as he looked up at me. “I’m sorry, okay? See?” he wiggled the bouquet of reddest roses, so red that Catrin and I winced. “I see that,” I told him in a lame tone. “And it won’t do much. In fact, my day would be brighter if you would just fuck off, will you?!”