The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Amelia felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. A surge of coldness rose in her trembling chest. The redness from her earlier embarrassment drained from her face, leaving her pale and pitiful.

She looked into Chelsea's tearful eyes, seeing through her act to the true loathing underneath. In the past, Amelia might have turned and fled, hiding in a secluded corner to wallow in self-pity and tears. But this time, a strange courage surged within her. She had the determination to face the Lovett family head-on.

Amelia loved Steven. Was it wrong to love? Why should she bow to them? If she slunk away in defeat, wouldn't that be admitting that Chelsea was right?

"Ms. Amelia, did you understand what I said?" Chelsea maintained her frail appearance, but her tone was icy.

with anger, the veins in his neck bulging as if about to burst. "Direct your anger at me. As an elder, how can you

is that how you're supposed to talk to your mother? You're being outrageous!"

his usually obedient and considerate youngest son had changed so

This beautiful girl, who had such a hold on his son's heart, was too dangerous. If she continued to influence him, Steve would completely break away from the family. Chelsea's eyes blazed with anger as she glared at Amelia. "What did I do to her? I was just having a woman-to-woman conversation with Ms. Amelia. What use is it to talk to you? Can you even understand?" "Ms.

him go. You shouldn't put him in a position where he has to choose between

of the woman before him. Was this really the loving

how could the Lovett family recover their dignity? How could Steven sever ties with this girl? The veins on Steven's forehead throbbed wildly as he was about to speak. At that moment,