All Chapters of HER REVENGE AFTER DIVORCE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER 011The light was dim, and the dim light cast long shadows on the walls. I gripped the edge of the desk with my trembling hands. Rowan’s footsteps echoed down the hall, every one of them slowly tightening the knot in my stomach. I didn’t have much time. The polished surface held the photo I had found, its torn edges taunting me with answers I'd never get. Who was she, and why did Rowan keep her from me?His voice, near silence, sliced through. “Sarah.”I froze. I turned to face him; the air grew heavier, suffocating. In the doorway he stood, his tall figure blocking the faint light falling from the hallway. His eyes were glacial, sharp enough to cut. They homed in on the desk where the photo and papers were. “What are you doing in here?” His voice was calm—too calm. That made it worse. It was a moment of tranquility before the impending chaos.I forced the words out, my throat tight, ‘I was looking for answers.’ "These are the answers I found, and they don't align with what y

CHAPTER 013I stepped inside the house, which was muted but not the peaceful calm. It was heavy, as if the walls were closing in on me. I walked towards the living room, my heart pounding. Sprawled like a queen on her throne was Lilith on the couch. She had her legs crossed, a phone in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. When she heard me, she looked up, and that infuriating smirk spread across her face.She snorted, her voice rasping with mockery and filling up with surprise. “Back so soon?” “I thought you’d finally grown a spine and left for good.”I stopped in the doorway, gripping the frame so hard my knuckles went white. “We need to talk.”Her smirk never wavered as she tilted her head. “Oh? ‘What could we possibly have to talk about?’”Moving into the room, each movement was deliberate, accomplished with a weight and a heaviness, as if I were preparing to fight. The simple words I wanted to hear came tumbling out of me. “I want to know the truth, Lilith.”A sharp, cru

CHAPTER 014The air in my room was suffocating—the kind of weight that clung to your chest and wouldn’t let go. It was dark; the only light from my laptop, and the only sound was he faint hum of the laptop fan. Megan’s email was open, and her message was brief and to the point. She never asked questions, never had. That’s why I trusted her.My finger hesitated momentarily, and I clicked the first link. A news article popped up, its bold headline sending a chill through me: “The Missing Whistleblower and Pharma Giant.”I scanned the text, and my heart sank. Robert Gaines. I didn’t know his name, but I knew his story. At one point, Gaines was a former employee of Flint Pharmaceuticals who had filed complaints about unethical business practices. He vanished just weeks later. No trace. No leads. The article said the case had gone cold, but his family had desperately pleaded for answers. Rowan’s name was barely mentioned, just a shadow at the story's edge, and the company denied involvemen

CHAPTER 016I stepped through the front door into a dim and quiet house. An expensive piece of furniture cast long shadows into the corner next to a single lamp that lit the room with a soft glow. My heart raced as I closed the door behind me. Every minute I expected Rowan to appear and his cold stare and sharp words to cut right through any excuse I could give for being out so late.The silence stretched instead.I hesitantly stepped into the living room. The dry air even faintly smelt of Rowan's cologne; it was woody mixed with just a bit of spice. It was subtle, but it stayed, like a net around me. I looked around the room, but he wasn’t there.His voice came from behind me, smooth but unsettling: 'You're late.'I spun around. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, just enough to make me uncomfortable, and Rowan leaned against the doorway. His eyes were dark, but they weren’t cold; they were unreadable."I..." My voice faltered. "You’re awake?" I didn’t think you’d be awake.He stepp

CHAPTER 018The house was quiet, eerily so—the kind of silence that seemed alive. With every step, every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet was a scream, and my nerves frayed with every one. I neared the door that led to my Lilith. Heart pounding harder and faster did I drum. I hesitated, expecting the click of her heels on marble flooring, her voice, and the brass handle felt cold against my palm. But she was gone. I’d seen her rush out earlier, her phone clutched in her hand like an extension of her body.I pushed the door open, holding my breath as it creaked, and turned the knob. The room was Lilith’s and immaculate, like a lifestyle magazine sample. The silk sheets gleamed in the faint light spilling from the hallway; the bed was perfectly made. Rows of expensive perfumes reflected soft light on her vanity, and jewellery, arranged so carefully it almost hurt, sparkled. Polished and perfect, it was a stage, but I knew better. Something rotten sat beneath the gloss, and I set