บททั้งหมดของ Perfect Marriage Revenge : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The raindrops tapped against the window of Amelia’s apartment, each one a sharp note in the melody of her turmoil. The dull gray light of the morning infiltrated the curtains, casting elongated shadows throughout the room. Amelia snugged the blanket closer around herself while perched on the edge of her bed, gazing at the faint silhouette of the urban skyline. The altercation with Ronald from the day before replayed in her mind, a constant loop. The strain in his tone, the unsettling shine in his eyes—it all brought back memories of the man she once adored, contrasted with the man he had transformed into. She pressed her fingers against her temples, urging the memories to fade away. A sudden knock at the door jolted her from her thoughts. Surprised, she quickly donned her robe and approached the entrance. Jake was there, his tall figure partially drenched from the rain, clutching an umbrella in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. His familiar grin softened when he took i

Threads of Deception. The toast lingered in the atmosphere long after Jake stepped off the stage, its undertones simmering just beneath the surface of polite applause. Glasses clinked nervously, the crowd’s whispers growing as individuals exchanged inquisitive looks. Amelia remained frozen by the entrance, her heart racing. Jake’s calculated remarks resonated in her mind: “Family secrets and new beginnings.” A pointed strike at the Wellingtons' veneer. She understood Jake well enough to know when he was playing a strategic game—but that evening, he had unleashed the first explosive attack. Catherine’s smile had turned brittle, her fingers clutching her champagne flute with such intensity that Amelia feared it might break. Ronald’s face, in contrast, wore a facade of composure, yet the slight twitch in his jaw revealed his annoyance. This is going to escalate, Amelia thought, steeling herself. ******* As the orchestra picked up again, Jake made his way back to Amelia’s side.

Jake was someone who excelled in strategy. Every action he took was intentional, calculated, and designed for maximum effect. His recent choice to recruit Mason Garcia was no different. The young assistant had demonstrated his capabilities at a smaller firm, impressing Jake with his keen intellect and ability to foresee moves before they materialized. Mason wasn’t your average corporate ladder-climber. He dressed impeccably—tailored suits, polished footwear, and a watch that whispered luxury—but what distinguished him was his flexibility. Whether analyzing figures in a dim office or maneuvering through the complexities of a bustling boardroom, Mason understood how to navigate the game. Jake had snatched him from relative anonymity, and now, as they stood in Jake’s office, Mason was about to face his first significant challenge. “Amelia plays a vital role in this,” Jake stated, breaking the silence as he leaned against his desk, his intense gaze fixed on Mason. “She’s intelligent, r

“You’ve created quite a scene, Amelia,” Mr. Rodriguez began, his tone sharp as it resonated through the lavish sitting room of the Rodriguez estate. The space, adorned with lofty ceilings and antique furnishings, mirrored the coldness of their standoff. Amelia stood near the fireplace, her arms crossed in a protective manner.“I created a scene?” she shot back, her voice biting. “I didn’t ignite this conflict, Father. Catherine and Beatrice set it off when they deemed me disposable.”Mr. Rodriguez let out a deep sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “This family has already endured enough without you adding gasoline to the flames. Are you even aware of the repercussions of your actions?”Amelia's chuckle was laced with bitterness. “You’re giving me a lecture on repercussions? Where were you when Catherine and Beatrice maneuvered their way into Mother’s inheritance? Where were you when they embarrassed me in front of the board?”“I was working to keep this family united!” he retorted,

The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the Wellington estate as Ronald leaned against the elegant black vehicle, awaiting Catherine’s arrival. The air was brisk, and for once, his thoughts felt unusually calm. He glanced at his watch, a brief flash of impatience appearing on his face just as Catherine emerged from the door.She approached slowly, one hand gently cradling her small baby bump while the other held her designer handbag. Her smile was gentle, almost hesitant, as she came closer.“You look stunning,” Ronald remarked, his tone warmer than typical.Catherine’s expression brightened. “It’s lovely to hear that from you.”He opened the car door for her, motioning for her to get inside. “Let’s not keep the doctor waiting.”********The private clinic felt like a refuge of tranquility. The soft hum of equipment, the scent of antiseptic, and the quiet professionalism of the staff all contributed to easing Catherine’s anxiety. Ronald walked alongside her, his hand lightl