Chapter Summary: Chapter 172 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In Chapter 172, a key moment in the Romance novel Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
At the grocery store, he barely registered the woman hovering nearby; his attention was locked on the cluster of men lingering in the next aisle.
The reason he whisked her away so quickly wasn’t to avoid that woman—he simply didn’t want another pair of hungry eyes landing on her.
He didn’t bother explaining. Instead, he tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and said evenly, “When I’m not with you, don’t talk to strangers.”
Of course, when your husband speaks, you listen.
Anastasia nodded obediently. “Okay!”
Her quick compliance softened Harrison’s expression, though beneath the surface, a restless anger still simmered, impossible to shake.
All they’d done was take a quick trip to the store, and already there were so many men eyeing her. What about at school?
At school, there were countless young men around, and so many places he couldn’t possibly keep an eye on her…
He pushed down the storm of emotions in his gaze, gripping her hand tightly as they walked through the front door of their house.
Anastasia, meanwhile, was oblivious to his mood. Cheerfully, she unpacked her purchases and found places for each item in the kitchen.
She was especially protective of the groceries, giving the housekeeper strict instructions not to touch them.
After thinking it through, she realized it was already late, and with classes in the morning and afternoon, she’d be busy most of the next day. Tomorrow evening would be the perfect time.
She even made a point to turn and let Harrison know—
“Hubby, I’ll cook for you tomorrow night!”
Harrison’s eyes softened. “Alright.”
…
The next day.
Anastasia stepped into the classroom.
For a brief moment, the chatter died down as everyone turned to look at her, conversations pausing mid-sentence.
But it was different now—the open hostility had faded, replaced by a clumsy, awkward silence. The girls seemed more uncertain than unfriendly.
Anastasia pretended not to notice and headed for the nearest empty seat.
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