Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 304

The whole room went dead silent. Everyone just looked at each other, not daring to speak, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

Clive never lost his cool in front of people—at least, not around this group. He was always the steady one, the easygoing guy everyone liked. And he and Cameron had been close for more than a decade, never once getting into a real fight.

But right now? Even a blind person could tell Clive was about to explode. The air around him felt ice cold, like a storm about to break.

He had Cameron by the collar, knuckles white, veins bulging like he was seconds away from swinging.

Cameron had never seen Clive like this. He froze, his glass slipping from his hand, red wine spilling across the leather sofa and seeping in, dark and dramatic as a bloodstain.

He stared at Clive’s furious face, feeling his own anger boiling up.

“Clive, get a grip. I’m trying to help you! You’re seriously going to turn on me because of someone like Amelia?”

Even as he said it, Cameron almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.

Everyone here knew exactly where Amelia stood with Clive. Honestly, if you asked anyone in this room, she wouldn’t even make the list.

Clive’s eyes were sharp and cold as steel, his breathing harsh and uneven.

“I told you not to go too far. She’s still my wife.”

Cameron let out a harsh laugh. “Seriously, Clive? Are you drunk already or just out of your mind? ‘Mrs. Salmeron’—that title means about as much to her as the family dog does, and you know it—”

“Shut up!” The vein in Clive’s temple pulsed as his self-control snapped. He punched Cameron, hard, right in the face.

Cameron staggered but caught himself. He wasn’t about to take it lying down. His eyes went red with anger and he swung right back at Clive.

“You wanna fight me? Over Amelia? After all these years, you’re coming at me because of her?”

They went at each other, fists flying, the whole room turning into chaos.

Michael and the others rushed in, trying to pull them apart, each grabbing one of them and dragging them back.

“Let go!” Clive’s eyes were wild, his chest heaving.

Cameron’s face was flushed, his voice shaking with fury. He let out a bitter laugh. “What is wrong with you tonight, Clive? Suddenly playing the devoted husband?”

“Go ahead, ask anyone here. We all know the truth. Out of all of us, who treated Amelia the worst? Who looked down on her the most? If we actually thought you cared about her, if you treated her like your wife, don’t you think we’d show her some respect?”

Cameron’s anger just kept building. He broke free of Michael, wiped the blood from under his nose, and muttered a curse.

Clive really didn’t hold back.

Cameron stepped right up to him, his own face twisted in a mocking smile.

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