Summary of Chapter 116 from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 116 marks a crucial moment in Arlene Zade’s Romance novel, Revenge is My Love Language. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
All eyes turned to Anastasia again, the whispers swelling in the tense air.
No matter what anyone said, the facts were clear: in broad daylight, Anastasia had thrown the Sinclairs out and reclaimed the house. That was outrageous!
But Anastasia couldn’t care less about the accusing stares around her. With a flick of her hand, she signaled for someone to bring her a chair. Sitting down, she faced the crowd head-on.
“If you all want to talk, then let’s talk. I’ll take my time and explain everything.”
“So, just because you’ve lived in this house for over a decade, it magically belongs to you? I wasn’t wrong before—the Sinclairs really have no shame.”
She pulled out a thick stack of photocopied documents and tossed them coldly at the Sinclairs.
“We both know the truth—this house was loaned to you by my family, not given away. But you want evidence? I’ve got plenty. Take a look!”
There were enough copies that a few bystanders bent down and picked some up. As they skimmed the pages, their expressions shifted, and the way they looked at the Sinclairs changed completely.
Anastasia had come prepared. Every detail was laid out: why her mother bought the house, how the Sinclairs had only ever borrowed it under the pretense of a temporary stay, and how—through some manipulation—the deed had ended up in Julian’s name. Everything was written in black and white.
“Disgraceful!” someone spat, unable to hold back.
Among the onlookers was a young woman who knew Delia. She’d initially thought Anastasia was being unbearably arrogant and had felt indignant on Delia’s behalf. But after reading the documents, her disbelief was plain.
“Delia, so this house was never yours? How could your family stay here all these years and never move out?”
Delia’s vision swam; shame and despair crashed over her in waves.
If this girl knew, then soon everyone would know.
It was over.
How was she supposed to show her face at school after this?
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