All Chapters of Revenge of the Heart: My Ex's Billionaire Uncle's New Bride : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61

NathanielI grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turn white. The engine roars beneath me as I speed down the winding country road, the headlights cutting through the darkness. My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless drumbeat matching the intensity of my thoughts. Every twist and turn of the road feels like a twist in my gut, and I struggle to keep my emotions in check. Beside me, Liza sits quietly, her eyes darting nervously between me and the road.I break the silence, my voice tight with urgency. "Did you see anyone when the car was set on fire?"Liza shakes her head, her voice trembling slightly. "No, we were asleep. Conor was the one who woke us up. He was shouting for us to get out of bed. By the time we got downstairs, everything was already in flames."A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. "And Megra? Is she okay?" The question feels heavy on my tongue, loaded with fear and concern.Liza hesitates, her eyes reflecting the dim light from the dashboard. "She wa
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Chapter 62

MegraThe noise of the plane’s engines fades into the background as I sit, staring blankly out the window at the endless expanse of sky. My mind keeps circling back to the letter I wrote to Liza, replaying the words over and over. Guilt twists in my stomach, a constant, gnawing presence. I imagine her reading it, the confusion and betrayal she must have felt.The look on her face haunts me, even though I wasn’t there to see it. My heart aches as I think of Nathaniel, wondering what he must be thinking. The anger, the disbelief—especially after he promised to fix things and be with me. The baby kicks, a gentle reminder that this decision isn’t just about me. Every time I think of Nathaniel, the kicks seem to come, as if the baby is responding to my turmoil.I can’t shake the uneasiness that settles over me whenever Conor is around. The only reason I agreed to leave with him was for the sake of my child, to protect this little life growing inside me. But being around Conor feels... wron
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Chapter 63

MegraThe pain hits me like a tidal wave, crashing through my body and tearing a scream from my throat. It's like nothing I've ever felt before—sharp, overwhelming, and relentless. I clutch my stomach, the contractions squeezing me from the inside, leaving me gasping for air. My heart races with a mix of anxiety and fear. This is it. The baby is coming."Conor!" I scream, my voice high and frantic. I barely recognise the sound of my own voice. My breaths come in short, desperate bursts as another contraction seizes me. I can hear footsteps pounding up the stairs, and a moment later, Conor bursts into the room, his face pale and his eyes wide with concern."What's wrong?" he asks, rushing to my side. But he doesn't need me to answer. The answer is written all over my face, in my tears, and in the way I'm bent over in pain."The baby... it's time," I manage to gasp out. Without hesitation, Conor sweeps me off my feet, cradling me against his chest. He moves quickly, his arms strong and
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Chapter 64

MegraThe afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. I sit on the edge of the sofa, watching as my little girl, Mia, bounces around with boundless energy. Her red curls, so much like mine, spring up and down with each leap. Her laughter fills the air—a sweet, innocent sound that momentarily lifts the heavy burden on my heart. It's been two years since she was born, and while my life has been anything but perfect, she is my solace. The only bright spot in a world that has grown increasingly dark.Since the day Conor picked me up from the hospital, everything has changed. My life has become a series of endless days, each one filled with misery and a deep, aching loneliness. The isolation is suffocating. No phone calls, no contact with the outside world. Conor made sure of that after discovering I had called Nathaniel from the hospital. He was furious, and from that moment on, he tightened his grip on me, cutting me off from everyone I ever k
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Chapter 65

NathanielThe memory of Megra's voice haunts me every day. It's been two years since she called, and every day since then has been a relentless pursuit to find her. I can’t forget the desperation in her voice, the quiet resolve when she told me about our daughter. Every night, I relive that moment, hearing her whisper "Mia Rose Welsh" with a mixture of pride and heartbreak. That single call has been my lifeline, my only connection to her and our child.I find myself shouting into the phone, "I said you need to find them!" even though everyone on the other end is doing the best they can. The frustration eats at me. Every lead has gone cold, and every effort has felt like chasing shadows. I’ve poured my heart and soul into this search, neglecting everything else, including Anna and her twisted games.These past two years have been a nightmare. After Megra's call, I immediately flew to Europe. I traced her steps to the hospital, hoping for some clue, but found nothing. The staff remember
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Chapter 66

MegraI stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back. My right eye is swollen shut, a hideous purple-black hue spreading around it. The pain is relentless, throbbing with every heartbeat. I dab makeup over the bruised skin, but the dark discoloration is impossible to fully cover. Each touch is a reminder of Conor's latest outburst—a fresh wave of anger and hatred rising within me.I hate him. I hate Conor and his entire twisted family. They all know what's happening to me, and yet they do nothing. They pretend not to see the bruises, the broken spirit, or the fear in my eyes. On days like today, they keep Mia away from me, using my own daughter as a weapon against me. The physical abuse has become a nightmarish routine, but the emotional torment is worse. Conor parades other women in front of me, flaunting his recklessness with a twisted glee. He brings them into what he calls our home, the bed he forces himself on me, and makes me to watch as they f
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Chapter 67

MegraAs we step out of the cab and onto the familiar streets of Stockton, a profound sense of relief fills me. The journey from Europe to America has been long and exhausting, but now that we're here, it feels like a sanctuary. The town looks just as I remember: quiet and peaceful, with its tree-lined streets and cosy houses. It's a stark contrast to the life we've left behind. I had missed this.I glance at Celia, who is taking in her new surroundings with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "This is it, Celia," I say with a smile. "Welcome to America. This is my hometown, Stockton. I know it's a lot different from Europe, but I hope you can adjust. It's quiet, but it's safe."Celia nods, her expression softening as she returns my smile. "I'm sure we'll manage. It looks like a lovely place." She reaches out to take Mia's hand, and I watch as my daughter toddles towards her, giggling. The sight of Mia's happiness lifts my spirits, if only for a moment.We quickly enter my small home
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Chapter 68

MegraI stand over Nathaniel, my heart aching as I watch him lie there, so still and fragile. His face, once so full of life and expression, now seems pale and unfamiliar. The steady beep of the machines is the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of his condition. I reach out, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, and my hand trembles. It has been three days—three days of me waking him up and him not remembering who I am.I tell him every day, and every day he forgets. It feels surreal to be here with everything that's happened. The joy of finally being back in the States, the rush of getting to him, and now this—a painful reminder of how much has changed and how much we've lost.A sharp, cold voice cuts through my thoughts, shattering the fragile moment. "What the fuck are you doing with my husband?"The words are like ice, freezing me in place. I turn slowly, my body stiff with tension, and there she is—Anna. Her eyes are hard, and her lips are twisted into a sneer. Her
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Chapter 69

NathanielIn the haze of my mind, I find myself in a dreamscape that feels achingly familiar yet just out of reach. The sky above is a soft blue, with cotton clouds drifting lazily. A warm breeze tugs at the edges of my awareness, carrying with it the scent of flowers and something sweeter, like vanilla. I see a figure standing a distance away, her red hair dancing in the wind like flames against the clear sky. She laughs—a sound that echoes with joy and lightness, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. My heart swells with an indescribable emotion, something pure and tender. I know, somehow, that I love her deeply, fiercely.A small child runs up to her, giggling, tiny feet pattering against the ground. The child’s laughter is like music, infectious and bright. I can't see the child's face, but I feel an overwhelming urge to reach them, to be with them. They are my world, my everything. The woman turns, her hair catching the sunlight, and she smiles down at the child. Her smile...it
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Chapter 70

NathanielA week has passed, and the days blend together in a hazy rhythm of recovery and fragmented memories slowly resurfacing. Every morning, I wake up feeling a little more like myself, the pieces of my past clicking back into place. The garden has become my sanctuary, a quiet place where I sit and try to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. The sun warms my skin, and the gentle rustling of leaves soothes me, but it’s not enough to chase away the growing dread in my chest.As I sit among the flowers, I see Anna approaching from the house. Her steps are measured, her expression a mask of concern that I’ve grown all too familiar with. But I know better now. Her concern is a facade, a carefully constructed lie to keep me in her web. As she draws closer, I steel myself for the conversation I’ve been rehearsing in my mind.“How are you feeling today?” she asks, her voice soft, almost caring.I look at her, my eyes steady. “Better than you’d want,” I reply, letting the
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