All Chapters of REVENGE OF THE GOOD WIFE (ENGLISH): Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

She loved Alvin back then, and even now, she still does, with a love so deeply embedded in her heart that she couldn't escape it, no matter how hard she tried. She had tried to shake it off, to bury it under layers of life’s demands, marriage, and all the roles she had to play. Yet, that love remained, undisturbed and persistent, like a quiet ember in the depths of her soul. It was the kind of love that stretched through time, unbound by distance or the walls they had built around themselves. She had hoped the years would dull the intensity, but each time she thought of him, it flared up, as painful and beautiful as ever. It was as though her heart had memorized the exact shape of his smile, the gentle warmth of his voice, and the way he once looked at her like she was the only person in the world.But that love felt wrong—so incredibly wrong—because it led her down a path she knew would only break her in the end. How could a feeling so pure also bring so much torment? Every memory of

"You have no idea what I lost, Alvin,” Patricia’s voice wavered, her words slipping out between the tears she could no longer contain.Her voice was barely a whisper, yet every syllable trembled with the weight of years spent holding back the pain. She looked at him, her gaze piercing, desperate for him to understand the enormity of what she had endured. For so long, she had tried to move on, to lock away the shattered dreams and hollow hopes that had crumbled when he’d left her to face it all alone.She drew a shaky breath, feeling her heart pound, and her hands trembled as she clutched at herself, as if trying to hold together the pieces of a broken heart. As she spoke, memories flooded back, raw and unfiltered.Nights she had spent curled up alone, crying into the darkness, the empty space beside her a cruel reminder of the love that never fully blossomed. She had convinced herself she could be strong, that she could move on and find happiness, but the truth was that Alvin had left

"That’s so unfair,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling, betraying the whirlwind of emotions that had built up inside her.She could feel the sharp bitterness rising, raw and unfiltered, filling her chest with a heaviness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long. The dull ache that pulsed within her heart, growing with each beat, felt like a painful reminder of every hurt, every unspoken word, and every regret she had buried over the years. It was an ache that had become a constant companion, something she had accepted as a part of her life, yet now it seemed magnified, echoing in the silence between them. And in the midst of that ache, there was clarity—a bittersweet realization that despite all the heartache, she finally knew the truth.The truth had a way of breaking things open, and as it settled over her, Patricia felt as if she had been stripped bare. There was a strange relief in it, yet also an unbearable sadness, a feeling that was both liberating and devastating. Sh

“Mmmmnnn—” was all that escaped Patricia’s lips as Alvin eagerly explored her womanhood, his skilled tongue weaving a tapestry of pleasure that unraveled her senses.The room was cloaked in shadows, a sanctuary of intimacy illuminated only by the soft, inviting glow spilling from the open door to the living room, casting a warm halo around them like a lover's embrace. It felt utterly exquisite to stand bare before him, every inch of her body exposed, vulnerable yet electrified by the palpable tension hanging in the air. With swift, deliberate movements, he had divested her of her clothing, leaving her skin feeling achingly sensitive, each breath she took stirring a rush of anticipation that flowed through her like silk.Every kiss he planted on her body felt like a caress from the sun, each one igniting her skin and setting her nerves alight. His lips, warm and inviting, traveled along the curve of her neck, down her collarbone, and lower still, mapping the terrain of her body with a f