All Chapters of The Crippled Heiress’s Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Chapter 1“If you really cared about my healing, Kael, you wouldn’t bring her into our home.” I gripped the polished wooden edge of the dining table, my knuckles turning stark white as a familiar, dull ache shot through my left knee. It was a damp Tuesday evening, and the relentless rain pouring outside mirrored the heavy storm brewing inside my chest. Across from me stood Kael Sterling, my husband of three years, wearing a crisp white linen shirt with the sleeves loosely rolled up to his forearms. His dark, striking eyes were filled with patient concern—the exact look a doctor gives an uncooperative patient, rather than a man looking at the woman he loved.“Luna, please just listen to reason for once,” Kael said softly, taking a slow, calculated step toward me across the polished marble floor. “Seraphina is one of the most sought-after psychological consultants in the country. She specializes in post-traumatic recovery and anxiety disorders. She isn’t coming into our home as my ex-fi

Chapter 3Friday evening came quickly. The storm clouds had parted, revealing a crisp night lit by golden city lights. I sat at my dressing table, looking at my reflection for the first time in two years. I chose an exquisite emerald green silk gown—a piece from my own archived fashion line. The split hem revealed the long scar on my left knee, but for the first time, I felt no urge to hide it beneath heavy fabric.The door opened, and Kael walked in wearing a dark charcoal suit. He stopped dead in his tracks, his breath catching as he stared at me in total amazement. His eyes took in the silk gown, my styled hair, and the quiet elegance he hadn’t seen in years. “Luna... you look breathtaking,” he breathed out, stepping forward.“Thank you,” I said calmly, finishing my lipstick. “I am attending an event tonight. An old friend from my design academy invited me to an private exhibition.”Kael’s face immediately tightened with anxiety. “An exhibition? A crowded room? Luna, your knee isn’