Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 511

The garden was bursting with yellow roses now, all planted by Amelia. A gardener came by every so often to keep things neat, but Clive barely even noticed. Lately, he was always rushing in and out, barely sparing the roses a glance.

Now, as the sun set, the roses shimmered in the dusk, swaying gently in the breeze.

Clive, if you like tulips, let’s plant them all over the front yard of our new house, okay?

But that Amelia—the one who once smiled at him with her whole heart—was gone.

All the love in her eyes had faded, replaced by a quiet indifference that seemed endless.

Clive, do you know what my favorite flower is? It’s yellow roses.

He didn’t know.

Fifteen years of her loving him, weaving herself into his life, and he’d never once cared what she liked.

He always thought those things didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that he married her—that was all.

“Sir?” Donna’s voice came from behind, her fingers twisting nervously. “Did Kristen... complain about me again?”

Donna had called Kristen plenty of names behind her back, and almost let one slip just now, but caught herself in time.

“She’s always trying to get me in trouble,” Donna muttered, rolling her eyes. She braced herself, waiting for whatever drama Kristen had cooked up this time.

Clive’s voice was low. “Did you see Mrs. Sadinton today?”

Donna knew “Mrs. Sadinton” meant Amelia.

But it wasn’t like seeing Amelia was some kind of crime.

So Donna just admitted it. “Yes, sir. I had lunch with her today. I brought her some things for Timmy—stuff he needed, and a few books—and I gave her Penny’s sachet from her bedside.”

“Penny’s been so tired lately, and I thought the sachet might be the reason. Mrs. Sadinton said she’d get it checked out. That’s all, I swear.”

Donna sounded desperate. “Sir, I don’t know what Kristen told you, but you’ve known Mrs. Sadinton for fifteen years. You know what kind of person she is. You have to.”

Clive just stood there in silence. He lit a cigarette, letting the smoke drift around his face, hiding his expression behind the haze.

After a long pause, he turned to Donna. His voice left no room for argument.

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