Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 303

Amelia laughed so hard her whole body shook. “Family? You call this family? Your whole family treats me like some kind of criminal, like I’m here to steal from you. I get ordered around like a maid, even the housekeeper talks down to me. That’s what you call family? Tell me, Clive, if one day Caroline gets married and her in-laws treat her the way you all treat me, would you think that’s okay?”

Clive was completely speechless. He had nothing.

If it was Caroline… He clenched his fists, jaw tight.

He couldn’t admit his double standard, so he tried to defend himself, but even he sounded weak. “Caroline isn’t like you. She’s been spoiled since she was a kid.”

Amelia looked him straight in the eye, her voice cool and clear. “So because I grew up with nothing, no parents, wrong background, that means it’s fine for you and the Salmeron family to treat me like a servant?”

Clive had no answer.

People who benefit the most always know it deep down, even if they’ll never say it out loud.

The Salmerons took everything Amelia gave and just assumed it was what she owed them.

“And Kristen—how you always remind me she saved your life.” Amelia’s face showed nothing. “Clive, I saved you three times.”

“If Kristen gets special treatment after saving you once, then after three times, you can do something for me: get this divorce done, give me the kids, and we’ll be even.”

Three times?

Clive’s eyes widened. He thought back—there was the mountain accident and then the kidnapping… that was two. What was the third? He couldn’t figure it out. Maybe she meant almost dying twice during childbirth.

“Amelia, don’t walk away from me!” Clive saw her turning to leave and rushed forward, grabbing her arm.

Amelia had had it. She spun and slapped him, hard.

She stared him down, icy. “I have copies of everything Sammy has. If you try to mess with me again, I’ll go public and let everyone see what a ‘good husband’ you really are—and just how loyal you’ve been to your secretary.”

She’d put up with this for so long, partly because she didn’t have the money to stand on her own. The Salmerons were powerful enough to ruin her—or even make her ‘disappear’ if she pushed too hard.

But most of all, it was for the kids.

Around them, Clive always acted like the perfect dad.

She didn’t want things to get so ugly. She’d had a miserable childhood herself, one that still haunted her like a nightmare, and she refused to let her own children go through that.

Amelia took a steadying breath, then threw one last line over her shoulder.

“Six hundred thousand. Make sure it’s in my account tomorrow.” Her eyes flashed with contempt. “Freezing my cards, blacklisting me in the industry—you’re so childish, Clive. It honestly makes me sick.”

She walked away without looking back.

Clive, rattled by her threat, didn’t dare follow.

He got in his car, but just sat there, not even starting the engine.

Amelia’s angry words kept ringing in his ears.

Freezing my cards, blacklisting me in the industry—you’re so childish, Clive. It honestly makes me sick.

He frowned, face dark. Sure, he’d frozen her cards. But blacklisting her? That one wasn’t on him.

“Cameron, you’re ruthless. Using your dad’s connections to blacklist Amelia. Even if Ryan owns West Medicine, I doubt he’d go out on a limb for her now.”

Clive’s hand tightened on the door, knuckles turning white.

Another guy piped up. “Amelia was in a coma for five years. It’s hard enough for her to find work. Now she’s done for, thanks to you. Aren’t you supposed to be Clive’s best friend? You’re going after his wife.”

Cameron’s voice cut through, a little slurred, full of sarcasm. “To Clive, Amelia’s just a dog he can whistle for or kick away. Lately the dog’s been giving him attitude. I’m just putting her back in her place. You think he’ll be mad? More like he’ll thank me.”

The whole room laughed.

Michael didn’t. He thought they were going too far.

He was about to change the subject when the door suddenly burst open.

Clive strode in.

“Clive,” Michael called out in surprise.

Everyone turned. Cameron lifted his glass at Clive.

“Clive, what do you want to drink? Let’s order—”

He didn’t get to finish. Clive kicked a bottle out of his way, face dark, and grabbed Cameron by the collar, yanking him up from the couch.

“Who the hell told you to blacklist Amelia?”