Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 438

Kristen sat in the car, pretending to listen to Penny, but her mind was miles away. All she could see was Clive and Amelia, standing way too close for comfort just outside.

She watched as Amelia reached out to Clive, her hand almost brushing his sleeve. What really got under Kristen’s skin was that Clive didn’t move away—he didn’t even look like he wanted to.

“Ow!” Penny squeaked, sounding more offended than hurt. “Momma Kristen, you’re squeezing me!”

Timmy, who’d been quietly working on a Sudoku puzzle, looked up right away when he heard his sister yelp.

“Sorry, Penny. I didn’t mean to.” Kristen forced a gentle tone, trying to cover up her distraction. “Let me see—does it still hurt? Want me to kiss it better?”

Penny pouted but shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“C’mon, Penny,” Timmy beckoned, “come sit with me. I’ve got something cool to show you.”

Penny didn’t hesitate, wiggling out of Kristen’s lap and making her way over to her brother.

Timmy shot Kristen a look—sharp and cold, just like Amelia’s. Kristen felt her frustration spike. She could never get on this kid’s good side, no matter what she did.

One of these days, she thought, I’m really going to teach this brat a lesson.

But she swallowed her anger and pasted on a smile for Timmy, who ignored her completely, focusing on comforting his sister.

When Kristen glanced up again, she saw Clive heading toward the car. She pushed her door open and hurried to meet him, barely hiding her impatience.

“Clive, what did Amelia say to you? Is she still blaming my mom for ruining her family? Still telling everyone my dad stole the Sadinton fortune?”

Clive looked at her like she was speaking another language. “She didn’t say any of that. She just talked about the kids. That’s it.”

Kristen froze. She honestly couldn’t believe it.

Nothing about the past? Amelia hadn’t tried to play the victim for once?

That just didn’t make sense. If they were talking about the kids, why had they looked so—close?

“Clive…” Kristen wrapped her arms around him, her voice trembling with fake vulnerability. “I’m just scared. What if Amelia tries to take you away from me…”

Clive’s eyes darkened. He patted her back, his voice low. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re divorced. That’s over.”

“So when can we get engaged?” Kristen looked up at him, cheeks flushed, her voice turning sweet and shy. “I told Grandpa Baker I’d bring my fiancé to his birthday party…”

Clive smiled softly. “After Mr. Baker’s birthday next week, I’ll make it official. I promise.”

Kristen relaxed, finally satisfied.

They got back in the car, and as Clive glanced out the window, he saw that Amelia was already gone. His eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, catching the knot of his tie. Suddenly, it looked all wrong on him—like it didn’t belong.

Off to the side, out of sight, Amelia watched Clive and Kristen drive away.

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