บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Wears Red: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Three years. That was how long she had been Mrs. Cole Harrington. Three years since she’d said “I do” on July 17th, 2021, standing in front of everyone she loved, believing with every fiber of her being that she had chosen a man who would never let her down. They said marriage changed people, but Cole never seemed to change. He had always been the attentive husband, the charming partner who remembered anniversaries and called her “sunshine” when she was buried in her own shadows. If she hadn’t read that letter today, she might still have believed him. She might have chalked everything up to stress, to work, to a forgotten flower bouquet. A hectic week. An innocent mistake. But the letter stripped the innocence away. Her mind spun through every detail she had once ignored. The late nights. The unanswered calls. The perfume that clung to his shirt when he claimed he had been at the gym. The business trips. The way his smile had dimmed around her. Every excuse she’d swallowed now retur

Cole stood with a champagne glass in one hand and a fork in the other. He tapped it lightly, drawing silence across the long dining table. Conversations halted, laughter quieted, forks froze midway. Every eye turned toward him. When he had their attention, he set the fork down and reached for Selene’s hand. She smiled as she slipped her fingers into his, rising beside him. “Tonight marks three years of being married to the most beautiful, graceful, and strong woman I’ve ever known,” Cole began, his voice steady and warm. “And while her parents aren’t here to witness this moment, I know they live on in our hearts. Maybe even here with us in ways we can’t see.” Selene’s throat tightened, her smile softening. “Marrying Selene was the best decision I’ve ever made. She’s not just my wife—she’s my partner, my peace, my home. My soulmate.” He kissed the back of her hand, drawing soft “awws” from around the room. “I know that sometimes I may mess up, but Selene's always forgiving my shor

“I… can’t,” Selene whispered, eyes fixed on the sink. “I’ll be back when the private investigator brings you the evidence you need to be strong. See you soon, Selene.” When she lifted her head, the figure was gone. Selene stared at her reflection for a long moment, chest heaving. Then she took a deep breath, straightened, slipped out of the bathroom, and dressed quietly. Cole was still asleep, breaths slow and steady. She slid into bed. He instinctively curled closer, arm over her waist. Her hand twitched, ready to shove him off—but she didn’t. Let him have this. If Damien was right, it would be the last warmth she ever gave him. She picked up her phone. Eileen had already sent the investigator’s details. Michael Jobs. Without hesitation, Selene typed out an email, attaching files and pouring every suspicion into neat, clipped sentences. She wasn’t waiting anymore. By the time she set her phone down, it was past 2 a.m. Cole had curled closer in his sleep, clinging to her as if he

Selene had both hands tangled in her hair as she stared at the photos scattered across her desk like a crime scene. Each image cut her deeper, and with every glance her grip tightened, her jaw locked, rage simmering in her eyes. Then, slowly, she inhaled. Straightened. Forced her face into that soft, professional smile she wore so well. “Thank you for this, Michael. Eileen will settle you accordingly,” she said, her voice steady though her chest ached. “You’re welcome. I’ll leave the photos with you. I’ll also send a written report and digital copies to your email,” Michael replied. Selene nodded, rising to her feet. “Once again, thank you.” He took her hand firmly, hesitated, then added quietly, “For what it’s worth, I hope you leave this man and find someone who loves you the way you deserve.” Selene managed a faint smile. Gratitude flickered in her eyes, but the words caught in her throat. Michael gave a polite nod, then left with Eileen at his side. The office door clicked s

“You know you’re not going to leave,” Selene heard her mother’s familiar voice say as her hand hovered over the doorknob. Her throat tightened. With a shaky breath, she whispered, “I am. I will.” “Then what?” her mother’s voice pressed, sharp and unyielding. “What happens afterwards? You disappear, Cole files a missing report, pretends to be heartbroken while still wrapped around Scarlett’s waist. And you? You’ll just be another forgotten wife. Is that it?” Selene’s chest rose and fell quickly. “I—I just… I just need to clear my head,” she stammered. “From what? Don’t you see the truth right in front of you? Act on it!” the voice barked, full of bitterness. Selene whimpered, covering her mouth with trembling hands as a sob clawed its way up her throat. The suitcase slipped from her fingers. Her other hand fell from the knob. She stood frozen, shaking, caught between fury and despair. A deep sigh came from her mother’s figure, softer this time. “Fine. Do what you want. I’m done.”