บททั้งหมดของ Her Revenge: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter 33Tonight the house seemed to be choking. The air was dense, not tense but something worse—anticipation. Ever since the press conference catastrophe, Dorian had been behaving oddly. He had been pacing, murmuring under his breath, neglecting calls from his solicitors, and would not leave the house. Once a guy who lived on power, he now resembled a cornered animal, frantically looking for escape. But I wasn ready for the change that tonight brought about. I heard his voice behind me just as I had hardly entered the bedroom. "Aurora." Turning to discover him at the doorway, his eyes were blank. Though the poor lighting created strong shadows across his face, I could see something distinct even in darkness. He seemed exposed. "I've been thinking a lot lately," he said, approaching closely. His voice was nearly too quiet. "About us." In general. I maintained a neutral facial expression. This was fresh. Dorian never paid us any attention. Running a hand through h

Chapter 35I watched the news develop like a symphony of damage while I gently drank my morning coffee. "Tempest Corporation keeps falling as investors depart. Stocks have reached a historic low, and sources point to significant layoffs maybe just about here..." Although the reporter's speech was cool, her tone clearly carried an undercurrent of enthusiasm. This narrative would define the following several months—Dorian Tempest's fall. I turned down the volume and curled back against the sunlight lounge's soft pillows. Messages from sources were already buzzing on my phone, reports arriving from the turmoil I had painstakingly created. All was going according to design. And yet I sensed it—the change in the air—as I drank another sip. Dorian too started to feel it. His weighty footfall before my view of him. His tie undone, his shirt crumpled, his jaw set in a manner that would have scared me once, he walked into the room like a storm barely kept together. Right now, thou

Chapter 37Dorian had never looked quite hopeless before. His jaw tight and his eyes ablaze with a frustration he was unable to articulate, he stood in front of me His carefully built defences cracked right before my eyes as I could sense the anxiety flowing off him in waves. Still, I was not terrified. Not anymore. I leaned forward to examine him, appreciating the way he looked to struggle with his own emotions—ones he had no influence over. Finally, voice low and stern, "You're making a mistake, Aurora." I raised an eyebrow. In "Am I?" He stepped forward, breathed through his nose. You have pushed me far enough. I pouted. Not so, Dorian. I doubt if I've pushed you far enough at all." His fingers quitched, as though he wanted to grip me, to remind me of who he felt I still was to him. But he was aware of it. He realised I had changed into another woman. I watched him battle to get back on track. He was disintegrating, and the worst of things? He sensed I could see

Chapter 39The little recording gadget in my pocket seemed to weigh more than it might. Just a bit of technology—plastic, metal, a small memory chip—but tonight it would turn into something considerably more potent. That weapon would have ended Dorian Tempest. Sitting at the brink of my vanity, I gazed back. My lips painted a rich shade of scarlet, a reminder of who I was now—but my face was unreadable. Not the foolish young woman who used to think she could love him. Not the shattered woman he sought to manage. This was my epiphany. On my door, a sharp and impatient knock came. Dorian is. I reached for the concealed recorder, inhaling gently to make sure my hands did not shake. This has to be exactly correct. I dropped it into the pocket of my robe and headed towards the door, forcing my face into something soft, uncertain, timid. Dorian stood there in his regular pricey suit when I opened it, a tumbler of whisky in hand, his blue eyes assessing me like a predator. Wi

Chapter 41I ought to have had success. I had killed Dorian. Revealed his misdeeds, sought divorce, and left the man who had tormented me for years. Still, all I felt as I sat in my flat was emptiness as the world swirled outside with the anarchy I had unleashed. There was constant ringing on my phone. Officials. attorneys. Former friends now behave as though they had always cared about me. People I had never known were also reaching out to show compassion, guidance, possibilities. I paid them all no attention. The headlines followed a persistent pattern: "Downfall of Dorian Tempest – Ex-Wife Blows the Whistle on Billionaire's Crimes!" "Tempests Corporation in Ruins – CEO Facing Federal Charges!" "Auroras' Revenge – How She Took Down the Most Powerful Man in the City." They gave it such simplicity and cleanliness. Like I had snapped my fingers and destroyed him without years of suffering preceding it. But the truth? I felt like I had lost something, too. Not Dorian.