Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 148

Amelia pulled into the driveway, the house already quiet. Donna must’ve gone to bed early.

She didn’t even bother changing out of her clothes. Instead, she headed straight for the study, flipped open her laptop, and started drafting a gift agreement.

Thirty-three million in roses? Please. She couldn’t care less. But the three hundred million in lab equipment Clive promised her? She was not about to let that slip through her fingers.

The legal side wasn’t really her area. Diana had once mentioned knowing a solid lawyer, so Amelia gave her a call. No answer—Diana was probably tied up.

So she sent the draft to Diana’s backup messaging account. That’s how they’d been communicating lately anyway.

Amelia: “Diana, whenever you get a chance, could you have your lawyer take a look at this agreement for me?”

Diana hadn’t picked up her call, but she texted back instantly.

Selfhelper: “Ten minutes.”

True to her word, less than ten minutes later, the agreement came back. All the edits were made, and it even had the official digital seal from the law firm.

Eastern Law Firm.

Amelia had heard of them—top-notch lawyers, impossible to book. Diana’s connections were no joke.

No wonder she was at the top of her game. She had that kind of charm, even over text.

Amelia sent her a heart emoji.

She saw the typing bubble pop up. While she waited, she started printing out the agreement.

Three minutes later, a message came through: “Get some rest.”

Followed by one of those weird, default smiley faces.

Amelia stared at her phone for a second. She figured Diana’s backup account didn’t have any fun emojis saved, and the whole vibe screamed late-night overtime.

She decided not to bother her anymore.

She heard a car pull up outside and went downstairs just as Clive walked in. Penny and Timmy trailed in behind him, both looking sleepy. They went straight upstairs without a word.

Penny didn’t even glance at Amelia. She clutched her little phone tight, and as she walked by, the screen lit up with a new message. Amelia caught a glimpse of the contact name—just half of it, but it was enough: “Mom.”

She didn’t need to guess. It was Kristen.

Amelia’s heart sank. She looked away and walked over to Clive.

He saw her coming and, like it was the most normal thing in the world, handed her his coat.

“I’m exhausted tonight, Amelia. Can you give me a head massage?”

Timmy was halfway up the stairs, glancing back at them. Amelia didn’t want him to sense anything off at home. She swallowed her feelings, took Clive’s coat, and hung it up.

Clive flopped onto the couch, eyes closed, head tilted back, looking every bit the tired man expecting to be taken care of—just like always.

Once Timmy was upstairs, Amelia walked over and set the agreement down on the coffee table.

“Sign it.”

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