All Chapters of The Revenge You Deserve : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“From now on, you’ll be staying in the back room.” Rowena—my mother-in-law—looked from me to my private nurse and back again, her gaze sharp and unreadable. It made me frown despite myself, confusion knotting in my chest.Today was my last chemotherapy session. I had expected congratulations, maybe even a small celebration—something to mark the end of a long, grueling fight. I was so sure recovery was finally within reach. So why was I being met with something like this instead?“Why?” I asked, unable to hide my bewilderment.I was still exhausted, my body aching, my stomach rolling faintly with nausea—though not as bad as before. All I wanted was to go upstairs and collapse into my own bed. Instead, my mother-in-law stood in my way.Besides, as far as I knew, my husband and I had no plans to renovate the bedroom.“It’s nothing. You’ll be better off staying there,” Rowena replied without even looking at me. “Isn’t it more convenient for you? Easier to call your nurse or go to the kitc

The world stopped.Truly stopped.As if every sound had been stripped away, every light dimmed—leaving only that one sentence echoing over and over in my head.Divorce papers.I couldn’t think.“No…” I whispered, more to myself than to Eva. “That’s impossible…”My gaze went blank, fixed on something I couldn’t even see.“Why?” I murmured again, the question turning inward. “Why would he suddenly divorce me?”Eva shook her head, her expression grave. “This doesn’t sound like a sudden decision,” she said meaningfully.I turned to her.Something in her tone made my chest tighten again.“What do you mean?”Eva took a slow breath. “If he said he’s already taken care of the divorce papers… then it must have been arranged a long time ago.”The words landed like a hammer.Shattering what little hope I hadn’t even realized I was still holding onto.“I also heard Mrs. Pierce say she wants you out of this house as soon as possible. She said—”“What did she say?” I cut in, sharper than I intended

A few days passed, and what Eva had said—about Dominic divorcing me—still hadn’t happened.Maybe he was stalling. Or maybe… he had changed his mind.I didn’t know.I spent my days trying to heal. Resting. Eating whatever Eva prepared for me. Sometimes, I slipped out through the back door for a quiet walk in the park. And in the evenings, when my daughters were home, I spent time with them—playing, laughing, holding onto those small moments that still felt like mine.Then the weekend came.And so did the commotion.“That’s mine!”Chelsea’s voice rang out, loud and sharp. It was close—too close to the back kitchen. That meant she was nearby.I rose to my feet, exchanging a glance with Eva, who was peeling fruit, before we both stepped toward the connecting door.There, Chelsea was struggling over a book with Diana’s younger son.I had since learned his name was Oliver—he was the same age as Chelsea. In fact, Dominic was even trying to get him enrolled in the same school Chelsea attende