All Chapters of The Stand In Wife's Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

The room is now quiet save for the faint hum of the fan in the corner as the designers have completed their work. Still in awe of the woman staring back at me I stood in front of the mirror. My reflection appeared both strange and familiar like a past incarnation of myself. The hair, makeup and dress all represented a metamorphosis that extended beyond ones outward looks. I felt more composed and in charge as though I were on the brink of a brand-new existence. I gave my reflection a final glance savoring the way the navy dress embraced my curves the delicate waves of my hair framing my face and the striking yet sophisticated makeup that accentuated features I hadnt recently given much thought to. I could identify with this version of myself—the strong self-assured woman who was once widely shared on social media and who people looked up to for her grace confidence and sense of style. But I felt a nagging pain. Even though I liked the way I looked I couldnt help but feel a strange

The familiar empty silence surrounded me like a smothering blanket as I entered the house. The walls seemed to be waiting for something that would never arrive and the air felt colder than usual. I didnt bother to switch on the lights. Even in the dark I was aware of where everything was.Previously a home, the house now felt like a prison. I walked straight to my room with a heavy heart and even heavier steps following. Stop taking detours dwelling on the past and feigning to check in on people or things.The day was longer than usual. I was beginning to feel as though I might crack under the pressure of everything that was weighing me down. After softly clicking the door shut behind me I stood there for a moment just breathing. The silence was so loud that I could hear my own breathing. Despite the darkness in the room I could feel my own fatigue bearing down on me. This type of fatigue was not merely physical rather it seeped into your bones and sank into your spirit. I was sick

I felt sad when I woke up.It was the kind of weight that came from the restless thoughts that had been bothering me all night not from the actual sleep. I had been tossing and turning unable to get rid of the worry that had been bothering me for days. Beyond what she was revealing there was a problem with Ava. The terror and the dreams seemed all too real. In an attempt to dispel the fog of the restless night I combed my hair as I got up and left my room. The morning light was still fading and having trouble peeping through the curtains in the dimly lit hallway.My intention was to go downstairs and get a coffee but I stopped myself before I could move. Ava. She was standing with her back to me gazing at nothing specific outside the window. She wasnt the only thing that surprised me though. No it was something completely different. It was the poised manner in which she stood so. . . different.She reminded me a lot of Fiona. As my breath caught in my throat I took a step closer my