Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 3

The hospital room was quiet, almost too quiet.

Amelia sat on the bed, straight-backed, while a few doctors and nurses hovered around her, checking her vitals and whispering to each other. She had pressed the call button herself to let everyone know she was awake.-

Five years trapped in a coma—she’d paid her dues. Enough playing the helpless victim.

Now that she was finally awake, everything was about to change.

Her marriage was definitely over. She’d wasted her youth, sure, but she was taking everything else back, her money, her career, and, most importantly, her two kids. There was no way she’d let that man walk away with it all.

Her plan was clear: make sure Clive lost custody, and leave him with nothing.

But five years was a long blank, and she needed some time to get ready for the fight.

From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Clive’s jacket just outside the door.

Showtime.

“Dr. Donald,” she said, pretending to panic, “what’s wrong with my eyes? Why can’t I see anything now that I’m awake?”

The door swung open, and Clive walked in just in time to hear her. His brow creased with worry as he rushed over.

“Amelia,” he said softly.

The sound of his voice made her want to gag.

“Clive, you’re finally here.” She forced herself to sound scared and lost, her eyes empty as she fumbled for him, pretending she couldn’t see, and landed in his arms.

She could smell another woman’s perfume on him.

“Clive, I’m scared. I can’t see you...”

He wrapped his arms around her and tried to comfort her. “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll do whatever it takes to help you get better. No matter what.”

As they moved down the hall, Amelia remembered seeing him holding Kristen earlier. The irony stung.

He could hold other women, but not her.

Inside the elevator, she caught their reflection in the mirrored wall. Behind her dark glasses, she studied Clive’s face.

Five years had passed, and he was still as handsome as ever—maybe even more so, with that confident, mature look.

But she looked like a ghost, thin and worn out, as if she had the life sucked right out of her.

Maybe Clive did this to her, in every way that mattered.

Once Clive wheeled her out of the hospital, Dr. Donald waited until they were gone, then quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number in secret.

“Mr. Packman, Mrs. uh, I mean, Ms. Sadinton…” Dr. Donald was so flustered, he nearly bit his own tongue. He quickly corrected himself, pressing on, “She’s finally awake…”