All Chapters of KILLED BY MY HUSBAND, RETURNED AS HIS NEMESIS : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

AMARAThe ballroom was hot. The air felt heavy, and it was hard to breathe. I forced my way through the large crowd of people. Everywhere I looked, people were laughing and drinking champagne. To me, the sound of their laughter felt like a cruel joke. The clinking of their glasses sounded like a clock ticking down to something terrible. ​Keep smiling, I told myself. Just keep smiling. ​The muscles in my face hurt from forcing the fake look of joy. I had to look like I belonged here. I had to look like I was just another happy guest at this grand party. I walked past a group of rich women who wore bright diamonds around their necks. I nodded at them with a small smile, acting as if I was lost in a pleasant thought. But inside, I was terrified. My skin felt cold with fear. I did not want to look back, but I could feel a strange tingle on the back of my neck. It was the feeling you get when a dangerous animal is watching you, ready to strike. ​It was Antonio. I knew it. ​"Amara?" ​T

AMARA For a long, agonizing moment, I just stood there completely frozen to the spot. My chest felt entirely too tight, and my brain went absolutely haywire as he snatched the phone right out of my fingers. How was I supposed to fix this? My mind raced through a million terrifying, fragmented thoughts, each one worse than the last. If he turned that screen on and saw a single notification from Jason, both of us were dead before we could even make it out of the courtyard. I could feel the cold, clammy sweat trickling down the back of my neck, my entire body locking up in sheer, primal terror. Antonio didn't say a word at first. He just stood there, looking down at me with a slow, cruel, incredibly satisfied smirk before he hit the power button. The screen flared to life, casting a harsh, pale illumination across the sharp lines of his face. He swiped across the glass, opening the latest notification, and then, right before my eyes, his face completely changed. The smug satisfactio

JASONI gripped the brass doorknob so tightly the cold metal bit into my palm, using the physical sting to ground myself. The name *Susan* still echoed in the small space between us, a toxic ghost I thought I’d buried miles beneath the surface. For a split second, the hallway seemed to shrink, the walls closing in as the memory of that suffocating betrayal threatened to pull me back into the dark. "Don't," I choked out, my voice dropping an octave, stripped entirely of its earlier impatience. It was raw, dangerous, and vibrating with an underlying tension that immediately cut through the quiet house. "Don't ever say that name to me again, Javis." Javis flinched as if I’d struck her across the face. The playful, relentless twin who had been breathing down my neck and fishing for gossip vanished in a heartbeat. Her hand dropped from my arm, her fingers curling tightly into her sides as a heavy, suffocating guilt washed over her features. She knew exactly what that name did to me. She