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Sweet Wife Wants Revenge

Robin, a sheltered and devoted wife trapped in a controlling marriage, finds herself shattered when her possessive and violent husband, Malik, cheats on her and causes the death of their unborn child. Consumed by rage and fueled by revenge, she strikes a deal with Ramsey, a seemingly ordinary clerk yet a mysterious underworld figure. Ramsey promises to help her exact revenge on Malik, but at a steep cost—he wants not only her cooperation but her heart and soul as well. Desperate and numb from loss, Robin agrees, willing to sacrifice anything to destroy her ex-husband and all he holds dear. However, as she and Ramsey grow closer, sparks fly and Robin discovers she's not just a shell of her former self. But with Ramsey's secrets looming, will their connection survive, or will history repeat itself?

Glimmy · Urban
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15 Chs

The Proposition

Robin's eyes flutter open, her vision slowly coming into focus.

She finds herself lying on her bed, a soft blanket draped over her aching body.

Disoriented and confused, she turns her head to the side, her gaze landing on the man beside her.

Ramsey's expression is a mix of concern and hesitation; his brow furrowed as he watches her intently. "Are you okay now?" he asks, his voice low and gentle, as if afraid of startling her.

Robin flinches, the memories of the attack flooding back in a painful rush. "He tried to kill me," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

The words catch in her throat, the sheer weight of what she's endured threatening to overwhelm her.

Ramsey leans closer, his eyes searching her face with a tenderness Robin finds comforting and unsettling.

"Who? Who tried to kill you?" he asks, his tone laced with a quiet intensity.

"My husband," Robin replies, her voice trembling with anguish.

Sucking in a deep breath, her hands move up from her sides, her fingers trembling as she places them on her belly. The memory of the car accident still haunts her, the pain of that night still so raw and agonising.

"But he... he managed to kill my baby," she choked out through sobs, her body curling in on itself as the grief overwhelmed me. "How could he do that? Why?"

The tears she's been holding back finally spill over, cascading down her cheeks as she struggles to make sense of the horrific ordeal

Ramsey's eyes flash with something like horror, but she's past the point of caring about his reaction.

All that matters is the unbearable agony she was feeling.

"Do you know that he's moved on?" she blubberedwhinedce, trembling with a sudden surge of anger.

"Moved on from me, From us." The words come out in a stuttering, venomous hiss, and she feels her entire body shaking with the force of my emotions.

How dare Malik move on, as if the life he took meant nothing to him.

"After everything he's done, he dares to just... leave me behind?" she sobbed, the tears streaming down her face unchecked.

"I loved him, Ramsey. I loved him, and he took that away from me. He took everything away from me!"

The pain is all-consuming, a raw, gaping wound that refuses to heal. And the thought of Malik moving on, of him living his life without a care in the world, only serves to twist the knife deeper.

"I want him to pay," she whispered, her voice barely audible through the sobs. "I want him to feel the same pain that he's inflicted on me. I want him to know what it's like to lose everything."

"Why should he be allowed to be happy when he deprived me of happiness?" she cries, her hands clenching the bedsheet in a white-knuckled grip.

Ramsey's expression softens, and he reaches out, his hand hovering uncertainty before gently placing it on her shoulder.

The simple gesture is enough to elicit a fresh wave of sobs from Robin, the comfort of his touch a stark contrast to the violence she's endured.

She leans into the touch with a whimper, and Ramsey's heart aches at the sight. "Oh, Robin," he murmurs, his hand moving to brush away her tears gently. "You deserve so much more than that. You deserve to be happy, to live a life free from such cruelty."

Robin shakes her head, sniffling, "B-but I-I do-" She doesn't get to finish her reply before the man immediately cuts her off.

"You deserve to be happy, Robin," Ramsey repeats, his voice firm and unwavering. "And you also deserve to put those people where they belong – in serious shit."

Robin looks up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears.

The intensity of his gaze catches her off guard, and for a moment, she's unsure how to respond. "What do you want from me?" she asks, her voice weary and laced with a hint of suspicion.

"I know there's no way you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart. Your kindness confuses me – why would a stranger treat me better than his workers?"

Ramsey's lips curve into a sardonic smile, and Robin can't help but notice how his fingers drum against the bedsheet, a subtle gesture that betrays his nervousness.

"There is something I want, something that only you can give me," he says, his voice low and measured. "And in return, I'll help you with your revenge."

Robin's brow furrows, and she studies him intently, searching for any hint of deception in his expression. "What is it that you want?" she asks, her voice laced with a cautious wariness.

Ramsey leans in, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mania that sends a chill down Robin's spine.

"I've already begun my grand game, Robin," he murmurs, his breath ghosting across her face. "And I want you to be my most formidable champion – the one who can trample upon your husband and all those who have wronged you."

Robin feels a surge of vindictiveness coursing through her veins, mingling with the lingering fear and uncertainty that still grips her heart.

"Then you have a deal," she says, her voice steady and unwavering. "I'll play by your rules as long as you help me get my revenge."

Ramsey's smile widens, and he nods, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Excellent. We have a lot of work to do, my dear. But I promise, by the time I'm done with you, your husband and his ilk won't know what hit them."

The woman gingerly sits up in the bed, her mind whirling. "Then what are your rules, Ramsey?" she asks, her gaze unwavering.

Ramsey leans back, his expression contemplative. "First and foremost, you must trust me implicitly. I know what I'm doing, and I won't lead you astray. Secondly, you'll need to transform – both mentally and physically. I'll train you to be a force to be reckoned with, a warrior who can take down anyone who stands in your way."

Robin nods, her hands clenching the bedsheet. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes," she says, her voice steady. "My husband and those who have wronged me deserve to pay for their crimes."

Ramsey reaches out, placing a hand over hers. "I know, Robin. And I promise they will. But it won't be easy. It will take time, dedication, and a willingness to push yourself beyond your limits."

Robin's eyes hardened with determination. "I'm ready," she says, her voice unwavering. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Ramsey nods, a glimmer of approval in his gaze. "Very well. Then let's begin." He stands, offering her his hand. "Come, there's much to be done."