Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 91

“……”

Amelia caught the edge of anger in Clive’s voice—so slight most people would have missed it, but not her. She paused, stunned, and then the absurdity of it all hit her. She almost laughed out loud at how ridiculous it was.

Kristen was practically living under their roof, and yet Clive had the audacity to accuse her? Unbelievable.

He’d been on his way home when Caroline called, her voice shrill and certain.

“Bro, that bitch is definitely sneaking around with some other guy! Haven’t you noticed she’s different since she woke up?”

Clive told Caroline to stop with her nonsense, but her last words stuck with him.

Amelia really had changed since she woke up...

He studied her now—same familiar face, maybe even softer than five years ago. Still, something restless twisted in his chest. He frowned, barely noticeable.

“Amelia, I want an explanation,” he said, voice colder than usual.

“……”

He really thought she’d cheat?

Amelia closed her eyes, her pale fingers digging into the bedsheet. A chill spread through her, slow and sharp.

Every time she thought Clive couldn’t hurt her any more, he proved her wrong. Every single time.

“That guy was just helping. He saw I couldn’t see, and when Caroline came after me, tried to hit me, he stepped in. He offered me a ride because he was worried she’d come back. That’s all.”

Clive didn’t look away. He was quiet, then asked, voice low, “Where did he drop you off?”

“The front gate at Baybridge University. If you still don’t believe me, there are cameras at the entrance. Go check.” Amelia forced her voice steady and wiped a tear that slipped beneath her sunglasses. “If you’re done interrogating me, I’d like to get some rest.”

She tugged off her sunglasses and tossed them aside, turning away from him and laying down. Her shoulder blades pressed against her thin nightgown, delicate and sharp. Even her hair seemed to whisper how tired she was.

Clive said nothing.

He rubbed his brow, then walked over to her.

“Sorry, Amelia. That’s not what I meant.” His voice was soft again, gentle, like always.

His hand landed on her shoulder, hot against her skin.

Amelia shivered. All she could think about was how many times these hands had touched Kristen. Nausea crept up her throat.

She could fake it with words, but not with her body. Just his touch made her want to be sick.

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