Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 270

All the warmth drained from Amelia’s eyes.

“Will was just a friend from college. Don’t twist it. And where I go is none of your business,” she said, voice cool and steady. “Don’t start acting crazy at home and scaring Donna or the kids.”

Clive stood in the living room, his handsome face dark with anger, each breath heavier than the last.

Donna hovered behind him, careful not to get in the crossfire. “Ma’am, Timmy and Penny are at your parents’ place for the night. No need to worry...”

Clive shot her a glare sharp enough to cut. Donna shrank back, instantly quiet.

As soon as he looked away, Donna rolled her eyes behind his back. Now he’s worried? Where was all this before?

Clive yanked at his collar, popping a button off.

“Amelia, I’m done playing games. You have one hour. Get back here. Now.”

Amelia almost laughed. Did he really think that would scare her?

“Clive.” She sat on the edge of the bed, her voice calm and firm. “I’m not coming back. I’ve already moved out.”

His anger exploded. “Amelia!”

While he spiraled, Amelia was icy calm, almost indifferent.

“The divorce papers will be delivered to your office tomorrow by my lawyer. Clive, for the sake of all the years I gave you everything, just sign them and let me go.”

Other people’s love stories might be all about romance and flowers, but loving Clive had nearly cost her her life more than once.

Clive’s breath caught in his throat, like he’d just taken a punch to the chest. He froze, blood running cold.

He’d always thought divorce was just something Amelia threatened to get his attention.

But now, it was clear—she really meant it this time.

He swallowed hard, struggling for words, his voice coming out softer.

“Amelia, you’re still mad about Kristen’s diamond bracelet, right? I can buy you ten more, a hundred if you want—whatever makes it right…”

“Kristen lives at 79 Riverside Lane, doesn’t she?” Amelia cut in, her tone steady.

Clive opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

He swallowed again. He’d thought she’d never find out about that.

“Amelia, I just didn’t want you to get upset. That’s why I lied and said it was for my cousin...”

Amelia closed her eyes.

She was done. Absolutely done.

Clive ignored her, his face dark as a thundercloud. He stormed upstairs and kicked the master bedroom door open.

His bloodshot eyes locked on the empty bed, his chest rising and falling fast.

Amelia hadn’t slept in that bed in ages. At first, she blamed work. Then she started picking fights just to have an excuse to sleep in another room.

He’d thought she was just playing hard to get. Turns out, she’d been planning this all along.

The wedding portrait was still on the wall.

In the photo, Amelia from seven years ago smiled so softly at him, her eyes full of love.

He’d put the photo back up just to reassure her, and now the woman in that picture was leaving him.

Clive squeezed his eyes shut and rushed into the closet, ripping open the wardrobe doors.

Her clothes still filled most of the space.

But in the corner, one small shelf was empty.

Clive sank to his knees on the carpet.

That little empty shelf was where Amelia had put her things when she first moved in as his wife.