All Chapters of Get Their Just Deserts: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

"Melanie, what are you doing here?" As soon as he saw her, Spencer's expression softened. He glanced at me, still sprawled on the floor, and quickly raised his hand to shield Melanie's eyes. "Don't look. You're pregnant, and you shouldn't stress yourself. I don't want you having nightmares tonight." "That's not very nice. You might hurt Lorelei's feelings." Spencer smiled indulgently. "I'm just being honest. Lorelei looks a little frightening like this, doesn't she?" Melanie giggled while covering her mouth, unable to stop laughing. "Lorelei, this is Rowena's ashes." I shakily took the small urn from her, and for a moment, it felt like Rowena was standing before me again, tugging at my sleeve, calling out to me in her sweet, innocent voice. Then, the image shifted. Rowena was lying under the wheels of the truck, covered in blood, reaching out to me with desperate cries. "Mom… it hurts…" The child I had carried for nine months and raised myself was now reduced to

Spencer froze, shaking his head with a bitter laugh. "We're getting married today. How could Lorelei be dead? Enough with the jokes. The ceremony's about to start. Get her over here," he added, trying to brush off the concern. The assistant's voice trembled. "No, it's not a joke... Lorelei... she's really dead. Her body is right here in front of me. You need to come see for yourself." The smile on Spencer's face faded instantly. He quickly muttered, "I'll be there right away," and rushed toward the door. At the guest house of Ford residence, the assistant quietly explained the situation. "There was a fire last night in the guest house. Lorelei had been locked inside as punishment, forced to kneel. The maid on duty didn't keep watch, and… this happened." The assistant's gaze lingered on the burned, unrecognizable body of a woman, a look of deep regret in his eyes. "I had someone check. It's definitely Lorelei. Even the mole behind her ear is identical. There's no mistake.

Spencer was found unconscious by the household staff and rushed to the hospital overnight. Courtney hurried to his side, heartbroken as she watched her son, who had once been so steady and wise, now on the brink of destroying himself over a woman. Her husband had passed away years ago, and Tyrone had always been trouble. Spencer, however, had been her pride and joy—her carefully nurtured heir. But now, he was willing to die for a woman. Courtney stood there, her heart filled with panic. Ford Corporation was built on Spencer's shoulders. If he fell, what would happen to her? Could she still live the life of a rich lady with any dignity? She didn't know. She looked at the son she had pinned all her hopes on and gritted her teeth. "If you want to die, then at least take revenge first!" At her words, Spencer fell silent. His bloodshot eyes were locked onto hers, his voice raspy. "What revenge?" "Melanie wasn't even pregnant," Courtney spat, her face twisted with