Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 119

Clive looked up at Amelia, and whatever softness he’d felt for her disappeared in an instant.

First, she’d gone after his sister Caroline. Now she’d slapped Lena right in front of everyone. And even Kristen—Amelia couldn’t stand her, either. She’d actually convinced his grandmother to fire Kristen on the spot.

Clive’s forehead creased with frustration.

“Amelia, I hardly know who you are anymore.”

He just couldn’t understand it. Ever since she woke up, Amelia had changed—like she was out for revenge, stubborn and impossible to reason with.

But Amelia knew Clive too well.

She saw the disappointment in his furrowed brow, and it was painfully obvious what he was thinking.

She dropped her gaze to her own arm, noticing the long, angry scratches from Lena’s nails. It was almost funny, if it weren’t so sad. A cold, bitter ache settled inside her.

In Clive’s world, if someone slapped her, she was supposed to turn the other cheek and let them hit her again. Only then would he be satisfied.

All those years of swallowing her pride, giving up her dreams, letting herself disappear—just for the love of a man who, honestly, wasn’t even worth it.

How foolish she’d been.

But this wasn’t the time to throw everything away—not yet.

She met Clive’s eyes, searching for the right words to ease the tension, but then her gaze landed on his tie.

After years of taking care of him, noticing every little detail came as naturally as breathing—habits that weren’t so easy to break.

She realized in an instant: the tie around his neck wasn’t the one he’d left the house with that morning.

The way she was acting—so calm, so distant—it rattled him. There was something in the air, a feeling that she was about to slip right through his fingers.

“Wait!”

Before he even realized what he was doing, Clive lunged forward and grabbed her arm, his grip tight, his fingers pressing right into the fresh scratches. Amelia was tough, but the pain made her flinch. She tried to pull away, but Clive just held on.

Was he really just doing this for Kristen’s friend?

Amelia stopped struggling. She looked back at him. “Clive, you’re hurting me.”

That snapped him out of it. He let go, stiff and awkward.

He glanced down at his hand—her blood was smeared across his fingers, warm and sticky.