Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 106

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Amelia’s hand tightened around the knife, her knuckles going white.

“Amelia.” Clive’s chin brushed against the hollow of her neck, his voice low and husky. “There’s no need to cook. I already ordered food—it’ll be here any minute.”

She didn’t answer.

Underneath his cologne, Amelia caught a faint trace of something else—a woman’s perfume. The scent was all too familiar. She’d smelled it the night she first woke up in the hospital. Later, she’d noticed it again at work.

Kristen’s signature fragrance.

Amelia swallowed back the nausea rising in her throat and glanced down at the hands circling her waist.

Those hands—just hours ago, they’d held and touched another woman.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Shoving Clive away, she rushed to the trash can and retched, her stomach empty except for bitter bile.

Clive’s face paled, his embarrassment obvious.

Was he really so clueless? He hugged his own wife, only for her to recoil and throw up. And this wasn’t the first time.

Eventually, Clive composed himself enough to pour her a glass of water and gently pat her back while she rinsed her mouth.

“What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”

Amelia looked up at him, seeing nothing but fake concern, and felt a cold shiver run through her.

She almost had to admire him—after all these years playing the loving husband, maybe he’d even convinced himself the act was real.

Fine. If he wanted to keep up the charade, she’d play along.

“I didn’t get anything on you, did I, Clive?” she asked, her voice soft and apologetic. “I talked to the doctor. They said after I woke up, my stomach would be sensitive for a while. Nausea is normal. I just need some time. I’m sorry, Clive…”

So that was all it was.

Clive’s discomfort melted away. He looked at her pale, delicate face, the way her cheekbones stood out, and actually seemed a little concerned.

“Then make sure you rest.” He reached for her, trying to pull her into his arms.

But Amelia pulled back, just a little. “Clive, you’re such a clean freak. I just threw up—I must be disgusting.”

At fancy parties and social events, he never took her with him.

He’d just say, “My Amelia’s not like those brand-name women.” And back then, she’d actually believed it.

Now, she knew better. To Clive, her ordinary background made her less than those rich heiresses—someone not worth showing off, someone who didn’t belong with expensive jewelry and glamorous parties. She’d never cared for those things, but whether she deserved them or not was a different story.

In Clive’s eyes, her only value as Mrs. Salmeron was in the lab, coming up with new research to help him climb higher.

Amelia’s lips curled into a chilly, brittle smile.

With a voice as gentle as ever, she said, “You’re so good to me, Clive.”

So good.

So good he’d suck her dry if he could.

Clive picked up his phone again to check on the delivery.

Amelia, meanwhile, insisted on making a healthy meal for their two kids herself.