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Chapter Twenty - Five

作者: Guddi pen
last update 公開日: 2026-07-02 18:42:27

AMARA

The music in the ballroom was a suffocating wall of sound, a relentless, glittering cacophony of violins and forced laughter that grated against my raw, exposed nerves. Standing there, watching Antonio lean into Sasha’s space, I felt a strange, icy detachment. They were too close, their body language telegraphing an easy, mocking intimacy that made my skin crawl. It didn't matter that it stung; I knew exactly what they were. I knew what he had done to me in my past life.

*If he could ki
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  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Twenty - Five

    AMARA The music in the ballroom was a suffocating wall of sound, a relentless, glittering cacophony of violins and forced laughter that grated against my raw, exposed nerves. Standing there, watching Antonio lean into Sasha’s space, I felt a strange, icy detachment. They were too close, their body language telegraphing an easy, mocking intimacy that made my skin crawl. It didn't matter that it stung; I knew exactly what they were. I knew what he had done to me in my past life. *If he could kill me then, what is stopping him from destroying Jason now?* I thought to myself as the Spirit’s warning played on an endless, chilling loop in my mind, she had told me there woukd be a change in reality if I chose to change the past, was it Jason getting hurt I didn't know. A funeral bell tolled beneath the upbeat tempo of the party. I approached them, forcing my expression into a mask of glassy composure. "Antonio," I said, my voice barely audible over the crowd. "Can I speak with you for a

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Twenty - Four

    JASONI gripped the brass doorknob so tightly the cold metal bit into my palm, using the physical sting to ground myself. The name *Susan* still echoed in the small space between us, a toxic ghost I thought I’d buried miles beneath the surface. For a split second, the hallway seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the memory of that suffocating betrayal threatened to pull me back into the dark. "Don't," I choked out, my voice dropping an octave, stripped entirely of its earlier impatience. It was raw, dangerous, and vibrating with an underlying tension that immediately cut through the quiet house. "Don't ever say that name to me again, Javis." Javis flinched as if I’d struck her across the face. The playful, relentless twin who had been breathing down my neck and fishing for gossip vanished in a heartbeat. Her hand dropped from my arm, her fingers curling tightly into her sides as a heavy, suffocating guilt washed over her features. She knew exactly what that name did to me. She

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Twenty-Three

    JASON Seeing Amara’s message flash across my screen tonight left my mind spinning in absolute, utter confusion. For a long, agonizing moment, I just stared down at the glowing glass, my chest tightening as my brain went totally haywire trying to process it. It didn't make a lick of sense. She had ignored me for what felt like an eternity, freezing me out of her life entirely and treating me like a complete stranger. I had spent countless sleepless nights wondering what I had done wrong, assuming she had completely moved on to that high-society, ultra-wealthy lifestyle and left me in her dust. And now, out of nowhere, she suddenly wanted to see me? Tonight? The sudden urgency of her text was deeply baffling, and a massive, uneasy knot was forming in the very pit of my stomach. Every logical instinct in my body was screaming at me that the timing was completely off, that the reason behind her sudden change of heart didn't make any sense at all. But despite the glaring red flags,

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Twenty - Two

    AMARA For a long, agonizing moment, I just stood there completely frozen to the spot. My chest felt entirely too tight, and my brain went absolutely haywire as he snatched the phone right out of my fingers. How was I supposed to fix this? My mind raced through a million terrifying, fragmented thoughts, each one worse than the last. If he turned that screen on and saw a single notification from Jason, both of us were dead before we could even make it out of the courtyard. I could feel the cold, clammy sweat trickling down the back of my neck, my entire body locking up in sheer, primal terror. Antonio didn't say a word at first. He just stood there, looking down at me with a slow, cruel, incredibly satisfied smirk before he hit the power button. The screen flared to life, casting a harsh, pale illumination across the sharp lines of his face. He swiped across the glass, opening the latest notification, and then, right before my eyes, his face completely changed. The smug satisfactio

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Twenty-One

    AMARA The cold brick wall dug straight through the thin fabric of my gown, but honestly, the pain was the only thing keeping me from completely passing out. I stood there in the dark alley, my chest heaving violently, desperately trying to suck the crisp night air into my lungs. Inside that stifling room, it felt like Antonio was slowly draining all the oxygen out of the room, suffocating me with his presence. Out here, under the cover of the shadows, I could finally breathe. I leaned my head back against the rough brick, closing my eyes for just a second. I just needed one fleeting moment of peace. One single moment where I wasn't pretending to be the perfect, smiling fiancé to an absolute monster. The bass from the party music still vibrated through the wall against my spine, a dull, terrifying reminder that my time was running out. Every second I stood here was a second I was risking my life. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" The smooth, deep voice cut through the darkness l

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Twenty

    AMARAThe ballroom was hot. The air felt heavy, and it was hard to breathe. I forced my way through the large crowd of people. Everywhere I looked, people were laughing and drinking champagne. To me, the sound of their laughter felt like a cruel joke. The clinking of their glasses sounded like a clock ticking down to something terrible. ​Keep smiling, I told myself. Just keep smiling. ​The muscles in my face hurt from forcing the fake look of joy. I had to look like I belonged here. I had to look like I was just another happy guest at this grand party. I walked past a group of rich women who wore bright diamonds around their necks. I nodded at them with a small smile, acting as if I was lost in a pleasant thought. But inside, I was terrified. My skin felt cold with fear. I did not want to look back, but I could feel a strange tingle on the back of my neck. It was the feeling you get when a dangerous animal is watching you, ready to strike. ​It was Antonio. I knew it. ​"Amara?" ​T

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Fifteen

    AMARA ​The bathroom door felt less like an exit and more like the gate to a slaughterhouse. ​As I stepped out of the quiet sanctuary of the hallway with Sasha at my side, the sheer, crushing weight of the living world hit me like a physical blow. The sensory assault was immediate, violent, and ut

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Fourteen

    AMARA ​"Yes," I forced the word past my bleeding lips, my voice cracking with an agonizing friction that the weeping crowd completely mistook for overwhelming love. "Yes, Antonio." ​He rose smoothly to his feet, a brilliant, triumphant smile breaking across his face as he slid the heavy ring ont

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Nineteen

    AMARAThe heavy glass double doors of the terrace loomed ahead, the golden light from inside spilling onto the marble floor like an unearned blessing. Antonio offered me his elbow with a practiced, seamless grace. I slipped my hand through it, forcing my fingers to relax against his sleeve. The tra

  • KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS    Chapter Seventeen

    AMARA ​Antonio’s eyes locked onto mine the exact second I stepped back into the room. The predatory warmth in his gaze flared, a silent command wrapped in a charming smile that told me my fifteen minutes of sanctuary were officially up. He excused himself from the city councilmen he was commanding

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