Chapter 8
I never thought revenge would taste so sweet.
Watching Sofia scream at the gates of the estate like a madwoman, her mascara running hair tangled, and voice hoarse from yelling- was like watching the fall of a queen who thought herself untouchable.
She had ruled this house like a tyrant. She played mistress while pretending to be a queen. She hurt me, humiliated me, took everything from me… and now, she was the one being dragged away.
By Cameron’s guards. By Cameron’s orders.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
I sat by the tall window, legs covered in a blanket, pretending to read while I sipped warm tea. A maid stood nearby, silent Sofia’s shrieks still echoed through the gates.
“Cameron! You can’t do this to me! I’m pregnant! You said you loved me!”
But the gates didn’t open. And no one came for her!!
Because now, I was the wife in control.
And Sofia? She was just an echo.!!
- The pain. The
I wanted to laugh. If only she could see me now. Every little thing that had gone wrong in my life had led me here. The jump. broken bones. The silence.
It was all worth it.
Because now, I was alive–and this time, I had a purpose.}
Cameron visited me daily, like a man trying to erase his sins with apologies. He never forced anything. Not food, not c
- d. not conversation. Just whispered things like Tm sorry” and “I don’t deserve your forgiveness” and “Please, just speak to me. Even once.” But I never did.
I let my eyes speak. And they said nothing.
It was a delicious kind of torture–watching a man who once held all the power beg at my feet like a ghost of the monster he used to be. At therapy, I made slow progress. Or so I let him believe.!!
The truth was–I could already walk
Clumsily, and with a limp, but I could move.l
Yet in front of him, I stayed in the wheelchair. I let him lift me. Let him tie my shoes, brush my hair, sit beside me like some kind of penitent lover.
I didn’t owe him the truth
Not anymore.
He deserved every ounce of guilt. Every second of regret
But my revenge didn’t end with Sofia’s banishment or Cameron’s begging.”
There was more.
Because one evening, as the sun bled gold across the floor, one of the maids slipped a small letter beneath my pillow. She didn’t say anything just gave me a knowing nod and quietly left.
When I opened the envelope, my hands trembled.I
Inside was a note, typed and unsigned:
“It’s me, Alicia. Your uncle. I heard what happened. A debt is owed. If you are ready to meet, come to the address below, I’m sorry I was late to save you. But now, I’m here to help.
I stared at it, heart pounding
The maid returned later that night, silent and efficient. I slipped her my reply, folded tightly:
“Soon. Once I’m fully healed. But I want one thing. A groom.”
If I was going to leave Cameron, it wouldn’t be quietly.”
No. I would destroy him. I would become the storm he never saw coming..
When I walked out of his life, I wanted him to feel what it was like to be replaced. To be betrayed. To lose someone he thought he could control forever
So yes Lasked for a groom.
Someone strong enough to play the part. Someone who could stand beside me when I walked away from Cameron Green for the last
time
Because he didn’t just steal my family. He didn’t just destroy my body.
He tried to erase me
And now I would burn everything h
he loved before I walked out of this estate with my head held high and my heart intact.
The next morning, Cameron wheeled me into the garden. He moved slower now, more careful–like if he moved too fast, I might vanish I kept my face blank, watching the way his fingers curled over the handles. His voice was softer than usual.
“I’ll be gone for a meeting this afternoon,” he said. “I’ll make sure the nurses stay close“;
I didn’t respond
He sighed, then knelt beside me. His hand gently took mine, and I let him–for now
“I know I don’t deserve anything from you. But if you could find it in your heart to say something–anything–I would never
He looked up at me, and for the first time, I saw tears threatening in his eyes again
“I’m so damn sorry, Alicia”
Still, I said nothing
He kissed my knuckles and stood.
I watched him walk away.
I knew he meant it
But it didn’t change a thing
Because I still remembered how he threw me in a basement. How he forced himself on me. How he killed our son.
No apology could undo that.
No tears could bring back what he’d taken.
But now, I had something he didn’t
Time:
And a plan.
my skin as Sofia’s voice echoed in my mind again
I let the sun warm my
“I’m the queen of this house.”
Not anymore.
And soon, very soon-
He would know what it truly meant to lose everything.
