All Chapters of Revenge Becomes Her: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Next Day Ethan woke up around eight in the morning, feeling more refreshed than he had in weeks. A full eight hours of sleep had become a rare luxury for him. Instinctively, he reached to the other side of the bed to check on Sherah, but she was no longer there. Curious, he made his way downstairs and found her outside in the garden with his grandmother. They were tending to the roses, chatting softly.He couldn't quite make out what Sherah was saying, but her head was lowered, making him wonder if his grandmother was scolding her. However, that thought quickly disappeared when he saw his grandmother tuck a freshly picked rose behind Sherah’s ear with a warm smile. Then, he heard Sherah’s soft, trembling voice, "Grandma, you and Ethan are the kindest people I have ever met. If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up."Mrs. Farwell's face softened, her eyes glistening and it solidified her stance to push Ethan and Sherah together. "A lovely soul like this is what my grandson nee

Presently…It was Sherah's 26th birthday and Ethan had left the country without even greeting her. While Eliot who she had known for only a month had wished her a happy birthday the moment the clock struck midnight. Even Grandma had sent her a cake that morning.Later, Eliot invited her to drop by the hospital, saying he had a gift for her. Though hesitant, Sherah agreed, wanting to personally thank him for everything he had done.As the day progressed, greetings from the maids and Farwell employees who knew her contact information started to pour in. Their greetings and appreciation warmed her heart but it was not enough as she still longed for her husband and the things he used to do for her. He used to wake her up with a birthday cake at midnight while singing Happy Birthday.Sherah had finished gathering all her belongings and already called a moving van to send her things to a storage unit. Shortly, she walked into the Farwell Group’s towering headquarters, her expression unreada

In Perth, AustraliaEthan’s hand trembled as he stared at his phone, his reflection barely visible against the dark screen.His jaw clenched in frustration as Eliot’s soft, gentle voice replayed in his mind.~Smile for me, birthday girl.~A bitter scoff left his lips. "It’s already 1 in the morning in New York. Why are they still together?" He questioned while thinking of something obscene and the idea left a sour taste in his mouth. He crossed his arms, his chest tightening at the realization. "So that’s why she didn’t even bother to check on me. Not even a simple ‘Did you arrive safely in Australia?’ Nothing. She wasn’t even mad that I had forgotten to greet her. Was it because she no longer cared?"He exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. “She’s too busy celebrating… with the doctor.” His voice was laced with venom, his teeth gritting as his frustration boiled over.With a deep frown, he sent a message to Brooke. Find out everything you can about Eliot."I should have done

In Perth, Australia.Ethan sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, exhausted, jet-lagged, and drowning in emotions he couldn’t quite name. He needed space—from Sophia, from everything.His mind was a storm of frustration and confusion. Who deserved his anger and blame? His grandmother, for meddling in his life? Or the woman he had waited for, only for her to leave him behind?A sharp ping interrupted his thoughts. A notification from In$tagram."Sherah Farwell added a new story."Without hesitation, he tapped on it. It's a beautiful portrait of Sherah with Eliot's signature, posed boldly in the corner.Ethan’s grip on his phone tightened. Jealousy consumed him and just like that, he had found the perfect target for all the emotions raging inside him.Before he could think twice, his fingers moved, and started typing. His response was passive-aggressive, edged with bitterness."Seems like you had a blast with the doctor." Back in New York.Sherah could taste the bitterness in Ethan's

Without hesitation, Ethan booked the earliest flight back to New York.After 24 grueling hours, he arrived at JFK International Airport, exhausted yet resolute. His secretary, Noel, was already waiting, expecting to drive him to Farwell Villa. But to his surprise, Ethan ordered the driver to take him straight to Farwell Manor instead.As the car pulled up to the grand estate, Ethan stepped out, his jaw tight, his exhaustion drowned out by sheer determination. He had been away for weeks, but now that he was back, he wasn’t wasting any time.Inside, Madam Rosalie Farwell sat in her favorite sunroom, a book resting on her lap, her silver hair perfectly styled, her expression unreadable. She had always been a step ahead of him—today was no different."You look tired," Madam Farwell remarked, flipping a page. "Traveling across the world, chasing the past, will do that to a man."Ethan clenched his jaw and took a step forward. "I’m done playing your games, Grandma." His voice was sharp, unwa