All Chapters of Love for revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Once I think she’s finally drifted off to sleep, I gently stroke her cheek and press a kiss to her forehead, letting out a deep sigh."I really am sorry," I whisper. "I know I was a jerk, and I hurt you with my words. But trusting people—it’s never come easy to me. Especially with you... being Lefebvre’s ex-wife just makes it worse.""If I forgive you, will you let me sleep?" she mutters without opening her eyes."What the hell?! You weren’t asleep? You were faking it?""I wasn’t faking, I just closed my eyes and hoped you'd stop talking. Obviously, that didn’t work.""Now that you've heard what I needed to say... will you forgive me?"She stays quiet for a few seconds, then sighs softly and opens her eyes."I don’t have anywhere else to go. Right now, you’re the only family I’ve got... at least until our marriage ends." Her voice is low, serious.Her words hit me hard—blunt, honest, and painfully true. And it hurts, knowing that if she had even one other option, she wouldn’t be here.

The days have flown by so quickly—Giselle has already been working at the company for over three weeks. Like every night, I wait for her in the underground garage after her shift to drive her home."How was your day?" I ask, taking her hand and helping her into the car."Really good. Pierre and I improved one of my old formulas—one I hadn’t touched in years. We might be ready to show you a first sample in a few days.""That’s great. Pierre’s really impressed with you, by the way. Every time I talk to him, he keeps praising you. Says you’re the first person he’s ever worked so well with.""It’s my first time working at a company, and honestly, I feel amazing.""Then how did you work with Oliver?" I ask, genuinely curious."From home. Oliver would bring me chemical formulas from his lab and my job was to improve them. He never let me step foot in the company as anything more than his wife... though even then, most days I wasn’t allowed in at all," she answers, her voice dipping into tha

"What do you want, Sarah?" Nathan growls as he steps out. "Can’t you see I’m busy?""Busy?" she spits out, full of disdain. "You’re just a pathetic bastard who only thinks with what’s between his legs.""And how exactly does it affect you that I do it with my wife?" he shoots back with a mocking smirk. The way his thumb brushes over his lips makes it obvious he's wiping away the lipstick I just left there. "If you came here just to waste time I could be spending with my wife, then feel free to leave. And just so we're clear, as of today you’re officially banned from my company.""You can’t keep me out, Nathan! I came here to apply as a model, and you’re denying me the chance just because your stupid wife hates me. When my aunt finds out...""You had the audacity to sneak into my office and throw yourself at me like some deranged maniac. Be grateful my wife’s a lady and didn’t rip your hair out, even if she was dying to do it." I frown at that blatant lie—he’s got some nerve. "And I’m

Weeks later“What’s this?” I ask when Scarlett walks into my office holding what looks like an invitation.“In three days, the annual perfumers’ convention will take place. This is your invitation—yours and your wife’s,” she explains.“I completely forgot that was coming up,” I grumble, taking the invitation and tossing it on my desk. “I really don’t feel like going and watching Lefebvre be the center of attention again,” I complain bitterly.“This year might be different,” she offers. “With the latest fragrances we’ve launched, we’ve outperformed the competition. Besides, the last perfume they released—the one they stole from us—was a total flop, and they haven’t produced anything new since.”“You may have a point,” I admit after a few seconds. “I just don’t know if I should bring Giselle or not.”“Why wouldn’t you?” she asks with a frown, maybe suspecting I’m trying to pull a Lefebvre by hiding my wife out of shame.“That’s not what this is about, Scarlett,” I say, annoyed by the th

"Or maybe you're just so jealous of me being pregnant that you can't even open your mouth?" Paulette sneers, her hand gliding mockingly over her rounded belly.I avert my gaze, doing my best not to cry. Nathan’s hand tightens around my waist, pulling me closer to him as if shielding me from the venom in her words. I force myself to pretend I’m fine."I think my wife’s just worried about the future of that poor child, having parents like you... and let's not even talk about the grandparents—just as wretched as their son.""You will respect my wife, Dubois," Oliver growls, stepping dangerously close to the man. "Say something like that again and you’ll regret it.""Oh please, telling the truth is now disrespectful? And I haven’t even said what I really think of your mistress. No matter how hard you try to hide it, she’ll always carry the stain of being your lover while you were still married."I watch as Oliver clenches his fists, ready to strike. Not wanting a fight to break out and ru