Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 492

Someone handed him a glass of water.

Clive took it, rinsed his mouth, and said, “Thanks, Shane.”

“We tracked Levi down using some stuff we found on his body. That led us to a shady motel he’d been crashing at. Inside, we found a leather bag he always carried around. These photos were inside.” Shane handed the stack to Clive.

Clive flipped through just a few before he had to stop.

Every single picture was of Amelia.

In every one, Amelia’s eyes had been scratched out.

“So Levi came back to get revenge on Amelia?” Clive asked quietly.

Shane nodded. “Yeah. Not long ago, Ms. Sadinton came in to report an attack. She was assaulted on the street. Barely made it out alive.”

Clive’s grip tightened on the photos. “She never told me about any of this…”

Shane let out a sharp laugh. “Maybe she figured there was no point. You’ve moved on, Salmeron. Got a new girlfriend, running yourself ragged over the Watts family. Who’s got the time to care about an ex-wife, right?”

Clive’s face darkened, but Shane wasn’t done. “Oh, and just so you know, she wasn’t even your ex-wife yet when it happened.”

Clive’s knuckles went white around the photos. He was about to say something when, down the hall, he spotted a female officer leading Amelia past.

Clive froze. “Amelia?”

What was she doing here? Was it because of Levi?

He stepped forward, but Shane blocked his way.

“I think I just saw Amelia—” Clive started.

Shane cut him off. “Of course. Ms. Sadinton is the family of the victim in the Hank case. When this goes to court, she’s going to be the plaintiff.” His tone was frosty. “So do us all a favor and don’t harass the victim’s family while you’re here, Salmeron.”

Clive stared at him, confused. “Victim’s family?”

Leaning back in his chair, Hank stared at her, his eyes cold and mocking. “Feeling good about yourself now, Amelia? Think you’ve won? Let me tell you, I’m not confessing to some made-up crime. Even if I did tell Christine to kill, she didn’t even succeed. What do you think they’ll give me for that?”

He leaned in closer, his gaze turning sharp and cruel as he looked at her.

“Those eyes of yours… you’re just like your mother. Both of you, nothing but worthless whores.” His words were a vicious hiss, and the face that used to seem so refined was twisted with hate.

This was the same man who’d once treated her like a princess, twenty years ago.

Amelia closed her eyes for a second, swallowing down the last bit of bitterness. When she looked at Hank again, her voice was steady. Cold.

“You keep throwing insults, but you’ve never once mentioned my mother betraying you. There’s only one reason for that.” Her tone was almost clinical. “It wasn’t her who cheated. Your marriage was a deal from the start. I’m not your daughter. You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

Hank’s face went sheet white.

The look on his face told Amelia she’d guessed right.