All Chapters of EX-WIFE'S REVENGE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MARIANNE At the police station, I was cuffed and kept in a dimly lit room with four chairs, one table, and a window. I was exhausted and my eyes were puffy from crying. Even though Tony cheated on me, he was the love of my life and I could not believe he was no more. In a flash, I had become a widow; the youngest I knew because I had just turned twenty, a month ago. The three policemen sat in front of me, questioning me as though I were a common criminal. "Don't you know who I am?" I asked. "I own foundations, charity organizations, and free hospitals. I help people, not hurt them. No matter what, I could never murder a man I loved with my life." "Stop beating around the bush and answer the damn question!" One of the policemen yelled at me, slapping his palms on the table. I didn't have to be a police officer or a lawyer to know that what the men were doing was not standard procedure. They were biased toward me and I had no idea why. "I won't speak any more until my lawy

MARIANNE Everything felt like a dream. Just like that, I had been condemned for something I never did. My only crime was being too kind and trusting the wrong people. As I was being transported by ship along with a few other prisoners, the judge's words echoed in my ears, "This court finds the accused; Mrs. Tony, guilty of first-degree murder and sentences her to life imprisonment with hard labor in the Norwegian Island Prison. I recalled the triumphant look on Britney's face as I was being taken away and could not understand what I ever did wrong to her. When I met her so many years ago, I had just finished high school. Being the daughter of the richest man in the city, I lived in affluence as opposed to her who was struggling to get by. I saw her working as a waiter at a party and took her side when a guest treated her disrespectfully. We got close from that night and I got to find out that she had no family. She was an orphan who had to work from a very young age just to

TROY After two years, I was back in the Scandinavia, the place that took everything from me. I had rented the whole beach for the evening because I wanted to be alone. I stood by my once favorite beach in Oslo and closed my eyes as memories from the past flooded my mind; Her beautiful smile, and the warmth of her body, pressed against mine as we stared at the stars together. Aislinn was everything to me until she was snatched away so cruelly. I opened my eyes and stared at the water, hoping its calmness would soothe my turbulent heart. All of a sudden, something caught my attention. Floating and approaching from a distance, I tried to make out what it was. I took a few steps closer, dipping my legs into the water. I gasped when I realized it was a person; a woman, and judging by the way she looked, I knew she was dead. I turned and wanted to leave but a question struck my mind; what if she wasn't dead? What if Aislinn was in a similar situation and needed help? Would I hav

MARIANNE My heart skipped a beat, "My husband?" Finding out that such a man was my husband made me feel over the moon and I smiled. "Why are you smiling?" He asked. "It's because you are my husband," I revealed and he smiled back. "Troy, what is my name?" I asked. "Aislinn. Aislinn Stanford," he responded without hesitation. "Here, I brought flowers for you." I took the bouquet of white roses from him, smelled them and bubbled, "Thank you. They smell so nice." I had a lot of questions I wanted to ask him but I knew it wasn't the right time. "I brought our marriage certificate, hoping it would jog your memory," he handed a marriage certificate to me that had our names on it. As I stared at the document, I felt a light pass through my eyes and briefly saw a beautiful lady in a white wedding dress with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. I could not see her face but I could feel her happiness because it was me.Indeed I was a married woman. "What are you thinking about?"

TROY "Would you believe others against your own husband?" I asked Aislinn. "Do you not trust me anymore?" She scoffed, "Would a woman lie about the father of her pregnancy? Such things can't be hidden and Sydney must know that. First off, if you did not have sex with her, there wouldn't be the issue of you getting her pregnant. Secondly, if your Mom is vehemently supporting her, then she must be pregnant for you...." "I can assure you that she is not," I maintained as I cupped her face. "Don't believe their words, Cherie. Everyone knows that you are my life. I love you more than anything else in the world. Sydney has always stuck around my Mom, hoping that I would get married to her. Some months ago, when I thought you were dead, I got so depressed that I had too much to drink and became a little intoxicated. Sydney saw an opportunity and snuck into my room. She tried to seduce me but I rejected her advances and kicked her out of my room. I had no idea where she spent the