All Chapters of The Chubby Wife's Revenge.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amelia. The house still smelled like Noah.I noticed it the moment I stepped out of my bedroom. The scent wrapped around me like a gentle hand I wasn’t ready for—strawberry shampoo, chocolate cereal, and the sweet powdery baby soap he still loved even though he was four and liked to tell me baths were only for babies. My fingers pressed against the wall as my legs suddenly felt too weak to hold me.Three days.Only three days since we lowered him into the ground.Yet the penthouse refused to let him go. His tiny sneakers still waited near the stairs where he had kicked them off.Crayons lay scattered across the coffee table beside his half-finished coloring book. His dinosaur cup sat in the sink, the faint prints of his fingers still visible on the plastic. I couldn’t wash it. Not yet. Maybe not ever.I stood there in the silence, chest aching with every breath.My eyes moved slowly across the living room until they found his red hoodie. It was tossed over the back of the couch, the

Amelia. I stared at the divorce papers until the words swam together, the ink bleeding through my tears. DIVORCE AGREEMENT.My hands trembled so violently I nearly dropped the pages.“No,” I whispered.Daniel leaned back in his chair with that terrifying calm that only comes when someone has already made up their mind. The dining room felt colder than it ever had.“It’s over, Amelia.”A broken sound tore from my throat. This pain was sharper, more desperate than the grief I had been drowning in for days. Noah was gone. If Daniel left too, I would have nothing. No one.I looked at him across the wide table, tears spilling freely down my face. “Please, Daniel. You can’t do this to me.”“I already am.”His voice was flat and final. Sophia shifted uncomfortably beside him, but Daniel didn’t even glance at her. His eyes stayed locked on me, cold and unyielding.“I know you’re angry,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I know you hate me right now. But please… I beg you in the name of God don’

Amelia.I stood frozen in the rain, staring at the man inside the car.Nathaniel Vaughn.Even in the darkness, he looked exactly the way people described him—cold, powerful, untouchable. The city feared him almost as much as it admired him. He and Daniel had hated each other for years. Every newspaper article about Carter Enterprises somehow mentioned Vaughn Industries too. Business rivals. Enemies. Two men constantly trying to destroy each other behind polished smiles and billion-dollar deals.I had only met Nathaniel twice, at charity events. He barely spoke either time. But I remembered how Daniel’s entire mood would darken whenever Nathaniel entered a room.And now here he was, watching me while I stood soaked in rainwater with mud on my hands and swollen eyes.Humiliation crawled through me. My first instinct was to step backward.“I think you have the wrong person,” I whispered weakly.Nathaniel’s gaze stayed steady on mine. “No,” he said calmly. “I don’t.”His voice surprised m

Amelia.I didn’t remember falling asleep.One minute I had been sitting at Nathaniel’s kitchen island with a warm cup of tea between my hands while exhaustion dragged painfully at my body, and the next, I was opening my eyes beneath a soft gray blanket with complete disorientation clouding my mind.For several seconds, I just stared upward in confusion.Soft golden lights still glowed faintly around the penthouse. Quiet jazz music drifted through the air somewhere in the background, low and smooth enough to almost lull me back to sleep again. The tea beside me had gone cold.Then reality returned all at once.Daniel.Noah.The divorce papers.The rain.Being thrown out of my own home like I was disposable.Pain tightened sharply inside my chest, stealing the remaining warmth from my body almost instantly.I pushed myself upright slowly, wincing when soreness pulled through my neck and shoulders. The blanket slid down into my lap, and for a moment I simply stared at it.Someone had cove

Amelia. Nathaniel went quiet after I asked the question.The kind of silence that suddenly made me aware of every sound inside the penthouse. The rain tapped softly against the windows while the low hum of the television continued playing Daniel’s engagement announcement across the room. I could even hear my own heartbeat.Then Nathaniel finally spoke calmly through the phone.“Do you still want to marry me?”I stared at the screen where Daniel smiled brightly while sliding a diamond ring onto Sophia’s finger like he hadn’t destroyed my entire life less than a week ago.Anger twisted violently inside my chest.“Don’t you still want revenge?” I asked quietly.Another silence followed.This one is longer.I tightened my grip on the phone before forcing myself to continue.“It’s a contract marriage after all,” I said carefully. “Nothing serious.”Nathaniel’s voice lowered slightly.“What exactly do you mean by nothing serious?”I swallowed hard.“You said the marriage would help humiliat