Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 70

The car slipped out of the city and into the quiet green of the suburbs, finally stopping at a peaceful cemetery tucked between gentle hills.

Amelia was here to visit her birth mother’s grave. She’d barely closed the car door when her phone lit up—Diana was calling.

“Amelia, are you there yet?”

“Just got here.”

“Good. Say hi to your mom for me, will you?”

Diana couldn’t make it today; she’d scored a last-minute meeting with a director everyone wanted to work with. Still, she’d bought two bunches of white chrysanthemums and left them on the back seat for Amelia.

Now, with both bouquets cradled in her arms, Amelia heard someone nearby call out, “Mr. Schuck!” She lowered her voice, “Diana, I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”

It had been five years, but this cemetery felt as familiar as her own living room. She used to come here all the time, telling her mother everything she couldn't say to anyone else.

Amelia never thought cemeteries were creepy. To her, they were full of love—places where families and lovers kept their memories alive.

She slowed as she reached her mother’s grave and stopped, surprised.

The headstone was spotless, the grass perfectly trimmed. It looked even newer than some of the graves built just last year. Fresh flowers and clean offerings sat at the base of the stone. Someone had clearly been here recently—the flowers hadn’t wilted, and the fruit looked like it had just been placed.

Amelia glanced around, puzzled.

Who would visit? Her mother had been gone for years. Old friends had scattered long ago, and no one kept in touch. Family? She almost laughed—definitely not.

She couldn’t make sense of it. Setting down her own flowers, Amelia looked up at the etched photo of her mother, Norma. Her throat tightened, and tears filled her eyes.

“Mom, I’m sorry. It took me so long to come see you.”

Norma had died before she was thirty. Her name meant “long happiness,” but her life had been anything but—full of more worry than joy.

The woman in the picture was young and beautiful, with soft eyes and a gentle smile.

Amelia had taken her mother’s last name, Song, since her father, Hank, had married into the family.

Hank had once been a scholarship student, helped by her grandfather Tony. He came to their house, college acceptance letter in hand, full of hope. Norma answered the door. It was the classic love-at-first-sight story—predictable, but sweet.

But everything after that was less like a fairy tale.

Amelia reached out, brushing her fingers across her mother’s picture, heart aching.

She remembered her mother’s last moments, how she squeezed Amelia’s hand and whispered, “Amelia, don’t hate your father… I just want you to live a peaceful, happy life, to meet someone good…”

But how could she not hate him?

Amelia squeezed her eyes shut, chest tight with anger and pain.

When her mom needed him most, that man had walked out, taken every penny, and run off with another woman. Even as she was dying, her mother still worried about him.

Just meet someone good… If only it were that easy.

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