บททั้งหมดของ The Revenge You Deserve : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

“From now on, you’ll be sleeping in the back room. Didn’t you hear what I said?”“What do you mean I have to sleep in the back room?” I shot back. “My room is here. And since the guest room is being used by your guests, Eva can stay in mine.”For the first time, I didn’t back down.Rowena’s expression shifted—sharper, darker, like something inside her had finally slipped its leash.“I am the mistress of this house,” she said, each word pressed with authority. “Everything that happens here is my concern.”Before I could react, her hand clamped around my arm.Rough.Far too rough for a body that had just endured chemotherapy.“Let go—” I stumbled, but she didn’t care.Rowena dragged me through the spotless, cold kitchen, pushed open the connecting door into the back kitchen, and kept pulling until we reached a small room—once used as a storage space—then shoved me inside.I fell hard onto a thin mattress, barely fifteen centimeters thick. The force sent my head spinning, knocking the br

Rowena never liked me.From the very first day I met her, her gaze was cold—assessing, dismissive—as if I were something dirty that had been dragged into her home.I still remember the soft scoff that slipped from her lips when she learned what I did for a living. A shop assistant.And the way she compared me to Dominic’s exes—women with “proper” careers, more “class,” more worth.Back then, I only smiled. Swallowed it all down. Hoping… that one day, she would see me differently.If I were patient enough. Kind enough. Perfect enough.Our wedding was simple. Not because we couldn’t afford more, but because I had no family. No one to invite.Rowena used that as an excuse.And I… accepted it. Without protest.On my wedding day, the only person by my side was Daisy Beaumont.My best friend. My family.That day, Daisy had openly disapproved of my marriage to Dominic. She told me that if I were just a little more patient, I could find someone better—someone wealthier—and gain in-laws who wo

“She’s pregnant with Dominic’s child,” Rowena cut in smoothly. “And I can assure you—it’s a boy.”In that instant, it felt as though my heart had been ripped from my chest. Tears spilled down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying. My legs gave out beneath me, and I might have collapsed right there if Eva hadn’t rushed back in time to catch me.“So this is all because of a male heir?” I whispered. I wasn’t even sure whether I was asking myself or the cruel people standing in front of me, each wearing a different shade of indifference.“What else would it be?” Rowena shot back, her voice laced with scorn. “Dominic needs a son to carry on the Pierce name. And you?” Her lips curled faintly. “We all know you can’t give him a child anymore.”I frowned, disbelief tightening my chest. How could she pass such a merciless sentence on me? Did she think she was God, declaring that I would never be able to conceive again? Yes, I had undergone chemotherapy—but that didn’t mean I could never

I stared at Rowena, my brow furrowing. What did she mean—only I could leave, while my children had to stay?“You think I don’t know your little scheme?” she went on, her voice dripping with suspicion. “You plan to take them away and then bleed Dominic dry every month under the pretense of living expenses—for them, of course. Though I assume that conveniently includes your own.”For a moment, I was speechless.Was that really how they saw me?Was I that materialistic in their eyes? That cruel—that I would use my own children as leverage for money?My hands clenched into fists, every ounce of restraint poured into stopping myself from slapping the woman who used to be my mother-in-law. Instead, a soft, mocking laugh slipped from my lips.“Do you want me to add a clause to the divorce stating that I won’t take a single cent from your son?” I shot back, my voice sharp with irritation.Rowena stiffened, her expression tightening with offense.“Let me make this clear,” I continued coldly. “