Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

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I stood at the window, watching the sun dip lower on the horizon, casting an amber glow across the sky. The breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of fresh earth and the quiet promise of evening. I breathed in deeply, the cool air filling my lungs, and for a brief moment, I felt at peace. But that peace was fleeting. ‘Today might be the day I join my father in the afterlife,‘ I thought, the weight of that realization pressing down on me. The sunset, beautiful as it was, couldn’t mask the bitter truth gnawing at my insides.

I let out the breath I had been holding and turned away, pushing the thoughts of death to the back of my mind. There was still work to do.

I walked back inside, my footsteps muffled on the worn floorboards. Olivia was still lying there, her body tense, her face pale, eyes wide with fear. The sight of her like this, trapped in whatever dark corner her mind had retreated to, only fuelled the fire inside me.

I closed the distance between us and knelt beside her, positioning myself so she could see my face. My eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, I saw her flinch. Maybe she was still processing the gravity of the situation, or perhaps she simply didn’t know how to react. But it didn’t matter. What I needed her to understand was this: she was not just a pawn in her father’s twisted game.

“You know,” I began, my voice low and steady, “your father… he dug up my father’s remains, all in the name of finding you.”

I let that sink in, watching the slight tremor that passed through her. She didn’t speak, but I could see it in her eyes, she hadn’t known, or at least hadn’t fully understood the depths of what her father had done.

I leaned in closer, my gaze unwavering as I whispered, “He disturbed the dead as if it were nothing. As if it wasn’t enough that he took my father’s life, but he desecrated his grave too. All because of you.”

The words were sharp, and I knew they were hitting harder than I intended. But they needed to. She needed to understand what was at stake.

Her eyes widened as the truth began to settle in, and I saw something flicker beneath the surface, regret? Guilt? I couldn’t say for sure, but it didn’t matter now. What mattered was what was about to come next.

I scanned her face, searching for any sign of emotion, any reaction to the depth of her father’s betrayal. But there was nothing. Her face was a mask, a wall she had built around herself to shield her from the horror she must have felt

“I know this isn’t your fault,” I said quietly, trying to soften the edge of my words. “But today, you and are going to show Luke that there are some things, some lines, that you just don’t cross. Some things you don’t touch.” noveldrama

I let my words hang in the air between us, a quiet threat lingering in the room. I wanted her to understand the gravity of what was happening.

For a fleeting moment, I wished she would speak, to hear her voice again, the sound that had once been so soothing to me. I missed that. I missed the warmth of her smile; the kind that was so contagious you couldn’t help but smile back when she smiled at you.

But now, that smile felt like a distant memory. A pity, really, that someone as pure as her had been born of a monster like Lake

1 straightened up, trying to shake off the ache in my chest. couldn’t afford to let emotions distract me, not now. There was too much at stake. But a part of me wondered: would she ever look at me the same way again? Would we ever have a chance at something better than this?

Those thoughts would have to wait.

She wasn’t going to live long enough for any of this to matter anyway. I had a promise to keep, a promise I made to my father, one I couldn’t break. The weight of that promise settled in my chest like a stone, and the thought of anything else, anything resembling a future with Olivia, was just… impossible. She was tied to a monster, and that alone sealed her fate. Her father had taken so much from me, and I couldn’t afford to let her get in the way of the vengeance I owed my father. That was the cold, hard truth.

I looked down at her again. Olivia’s frail form lay there, still Her once vibrant features were now dimmed by fear, her body weaker than when I had first brought her here. She had lost weight, I realized, a sharp pang of pity cutting through me. She looked so small now, fragile even. Poor thing. But none of it mattered now.