All Chapters of REVENGE OF THE GOOD WIFE (ENGLISH): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“JEALOUS?”Patricia hadn't planned to ask the question, but the words slipped from her lips, unstoppable and raw. The moment they escaped her, she felt a pang of regret, as if she had unleashed something far more dangerous than she intended. It was like pulling the first thread of a tightly woven fabric—everything she had been holding together threatened to unravel. Her heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as the weight of her impulsive question hung in the air. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for what would follow, for the vulnerability it would expose in both of them.Her chest tightened as a flurry of emotions surged through her—regret, fear, anticipation, and something else she couldn’t quite name. The room suddenly felt smaller, the silence between them heavy with the possibility of unspoken truths. She bit her lip, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood, her hands instinctively curling into fists at her sides as if bracing for impact. Patricia had always prided herself

The next day, just as Alvin had wanted, Patricia arrived early. Her footsteps echoed softly in the stillness of the office, each step deliberate, as if she was trying to ground herself with the sound. The sun had barely risen, casting a faint golden hue across the polished floors and gleaming desks, but the serene beauty of the morning couldn’t lift the weight that pressed on her chest. Her heart was heavy, bruised by the biting sting of Alvin’s words from the day before.The memory replayed in her mind like a broken record—his sharp, venomous tone slicing through the air, each word a dagger that had cut deep into her core. He had been merciless, his insults deliberate, like he wanted to see her falter. She had never imagined Alvin, someone she once trusted, could be so cruel, and the betrayal simmered beneath her calm exterior.But today, she was determined to act as if none of it had touched her. She wouldn’t allow his words to crack the armor she had carefully constructed over the

Just as she and Caleb had agreed, he picked her up after office hours. The day had dragged on endlessly, with each ticking minute in the office feeling more like an eternity. Patricia’s mind had wandered to a million places, but one thought anchored her: she wouldn’t be going home alone tonight. She felt a sense of relief wash over her at the thought of Caleb's comforting presence. Their bond had always been more than familial; it was a connection forged through shared struggles and unspoken understandings. It was exactly what she needed after a day filled with endless meetings and the constant pressure of work.Patricia was keenly aware of how much Alvin detested Caleb, especially when the latter was anywhere near her workplace. Alvin’s sharp stares and pointed comments made it clear—his jealousy toward Caleb was always simmering just beneath the surface. To avoid stirring any unnecessary tension, Patricia had suggested a more neutral location for their meeting. Instead of allowing Ca

A few moments later, Patricia decided to take a shower, feeling the remnants of the day clinging to her skin like a second layer. The decision came easily; she had no intention of taking her time. The shared bathroom in her apartment, a small inconvenience she had grown used to, felt like a minor obstacle in light of her current thoughts. There was something about Alvin’s presence that heightened her senses, transforming the mundane act of bathing into an anticipation-filled moment that sent ripples of excitement through her.Stepping into her room, Patricia paused to absorb the familiar comfort of her sanctuary. Her small space was a reflection of her personality—bright, colorful, and inviting. The walls were adorned with framed photographs capturing joyous moments with friends and family, each picture a portal to laughter and love. A vibrant quilt was spread over her bed, its textures a reminder of the warmth and safety of home. As she rummaged through her closet, her fingers brushed

The soft rush of water from the shower dragged Patricia back to reality, but no amount of steam could erase the lingering heat of their forbidden encounter. Every drop seemed to wash over her skin, but the guilt clung tightly, refusing to be rinsed away. Her mind spun as memories of Alvin’s touch replayed vividly in her thoughts, the way his hands had moved over her body, the way his lips had tasted. It had felt so intense, so undeniable—but now, in the clarity of the aftermath, she knew it was a mistake. The passion between them was like a wildfire that they couldn’t control, but it was wrong, and it needed to stop. Especially with Kelly, Alvin’s girlfriend, always lurking at the edges of their lives like a storm cloud ready to burst.Patricia’s heart twisted at the thought of Kelly, the woman who had every right to be with Alvin, the woman who didn’t know that, behind her back, things between Patricia and Alvin had reignited like a dangerous flame. Kelly wasn’t just a casual fling; s