Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 493

If Mom really had cheated on Hank, there’s no way he would’ve kept his mouth shut all these years. He wouldn’t have just swallowed it, never saying a word.

The truth was simple—their marriage had been a deal from the start. Hank always knew it. He was the one who broke the terms in the end.

“A broke college student, sponsored by the Sadinton family, gets into a top university, comes by to say thanks, falls for the sponsor’s daughter at first sight, and they get married in some whirlwind romance. That’s the story you always told me, isn’t it? You used it to brainwash me—and probably yourself. You even tried to poison my grandfather, afraid he’d wake up and spill the truth.”

Amelia laid it all out, her voice steady.

“Hank, you never actually hated my mom. You just hated that she never loved you. Honestly, you’re pathetic. Like some rat crawling out of the gutter.”

“Shut up!”

That was it. Hank snapped, yelling at Amelia in a blind rage.

“Don’t talk crap! Why would I ever love a whore? Both you and your mother should’ve died. I should’ve strangled you the second you were born!”

He lunged at her like a wild animal, but the cuffs and shackles held him back. He couldn’t even get close.

“It’s a pity you didn’t,” Amelia said, watching him lose it. She even managed a cold little smile, her words sharp as knives. “Hank, this isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning. Everything you stole from the Sadinton family—I’ll take it all back. Every last thing.”

Hank went ballistic. “It’s all mine! It’s Watts family property! You won’t get a thing! You should’ve died with your worthless mother. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance!”

Then his face twisted into a nasty sneer, eyes burning with hate.

“You know what? Every time you called me Dad over the years, I wanted to puke.”

Amelia just stared at him, blank and unmoved. Only her hand, gripping her knee, showed any sign of tension.

Shane, who’d been listening in from outside, came in and led Amelia out, barking at Hank, “That’s enough. Calm down.”

Out in the hall, Amelia realized her hand was shaking. It was a little thing, but she couldn’t stop it.

She used to really believe Hank was her father. For years, she’d wake up sobbing from nightmares, dreaming of him tossing her away like trash.

She closed her eyes, pushing down the pain that tried to bubble up again.

But Hank’s reaction told her everything—her theory had to be right.

Her mom and Hank’s marriage was a transaction from day one.

That explained why her smart mom never caught on to Hank cheating with Bianca, even though Kristen was barely two years younger than her.

But one thing still didn’t make sense. If her mom never loved Hank, then why, when she was dying, did she still long for him? Why did she wait for him, even with her last breath?

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