บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Becomes Her: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

While walking to the OB-GYN department, Sherah’s stomach was in knots. She felt someone was watching her. She turned around but saw no one.Ethan was able to hide in one of the pillars.Eliot sensed her unease, held her hand, and led her inside, guiding her to a private wing where Harlene was already waiting.Ethan saw everything, and he was not happy about it. “Is Sherah…and Eliot...” He paused mid-sentence and covered his mouth. Inside the private wing.“Sherah,” Harlene greeted warmly, giving her a reassuring nod. “Come on in.”The room was comfortable and private—exactly what she needed. Sherah lay on the examination bed as Harlene prepped the ultrasound machine. The moment the cool gel touched her lower abdomen, a shiver ran through her.“Alright, let’s take a look,” Harlene said softly, moving the probe gently across Sherah’s belly.Eliot stood beside her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. Then, after a few moments of scanning, Harlene’s face softened. “There it

The cold steel bars of the holding cell pressed against Sherah’s back as she exhaled sharply, her mind racing. The accusations against her were outrageous—Sophia had attacked first, and now she was the victim, and those injuries she suffered were exaggerated. Sherah knew too well that the leg injury was an extreme fabrication to bend the truth.It was beyond frustrating. The officers seemed to isolate her from other police personnel. They haven’t logged her name on any documents. No paperwork was being processed.On top of that, they haven’t taken her side of the story. Worse, her attempt to post bail had been denied. Something was wrong. Someone was pulling strings.Outside the station, Ethan smirked as he ended his last call. Everything was going according to plan. Keeping Sherah under police custody, away from Eliot, and random men she might date was a stroke of luck he intended to fully exploit. He'd ensured her bail request was denied, leaving her trapped in a place where she co

5 hours ago…Officer Daniels, freshly out of the police academy, could vividly remember receiving a call from an unknown number. “It’s simple Officer. You need money, I want something done.” Rebecca’s voice is stern and dangerous.The moment those words were spoken, the officer received $150,000 on his account. When he saw the money, his face turned pale. “Who is this?” He questioned as he glanced around the precinct, checking if someone was pranking him testing his loyalty. “It's unimportant. The other half will be sent after the task is done.” Her voice is commanding and harsh. Officer Daniels didn’t want anything to do with it, but, given the situation he was in, he needed the money for his son, who was suffering from a life-threatening illness and needed surgery as soon as possible.Officer Daniels swallowed his pride and ego for his son. “I’m listening.”Rebecca smirked, “There’s a woman inside the Police Station. Her name is Sherah Farwell and I want her dead.” Her voice is

Ethan sat patiently while waiting for Sherah to arrive.As he sat on the chair, he couldn’t stop thinking about how she was released early. He knew he had 11 more hours before the police could process her. “Did Eliot help her?” He let out a mirthless crackle, “Of course he did.” He spat as he crossed his arms. His plans backfired immensely. He intercepted her bail to keep her inside so she could feel helpless and vulnerable.To keep her away from Eliot and meeting other men. To make her realize she still needs him, and she can’t move on. His grip tightened around his phone, his knuckles turning white as he replayed the video Officer Polar sent earlier.The video footage doesn’t have any audio, but he replayed it again and again. Each time, his stomach twisted a little more, but his focus never wavered. The attack was indeed Sophia’s doing. Despite knowing the truth, he couldn’t unhear Sophia’s trembling voice, her eyes wide with something between fear and desperation when he had

“It's the 30th day and Ethan should respond to my petition. It's also his birthday next week…” Sherah gasped. “... So it would be a double celebration for him.” She muttered to herself while sweeping the dog hairs on the floor.She then remembered the gloves that she was supposed to be knitting for him and the cake she was planning to bake for the special day. The memory made her smile bitterly. “Good days,” she whispered as she slowly dripped in nostalgia for the love she used to believe. She sighed deeply. “Now here we are.” She kept on muttering as the chaos in her mind slowly drowned by the constant barking of the dogs waiting patiently for their owners to pick them up.—Then an icy, arrogant female voice echoed in the Pet Salon.“So… this is what you do now?” Rebecca Hawke uttered while glancing around the store with a judgmental gaze expensive bag in hand, wearing a coat that cost more than Sherah’s annual income. Sherah didn’t even bother to look at Rebecca. “Of course, the pa