Chapter 291 – A Turning Point in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In this chapter of Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 291 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.
He said that the moment something odd happened with her phone, he noticed it immediately. Still, he didn’t do anything—he didn’t want to tip anyone off.
[Sonder: It’s an extremely sophisticated tracking app. If I hadn’t been monitoring your phone in advance, there’s no way I would have caught it. Whoever built this is seriously skilled.]
[Sonder: But don’t worry. I’m more than capable of removing it without anyone noticing.]
[Summer: Does this app do anything besides track my location?]
[Sonder: Yes. It logs everywhere you’ve been in the past two weeks, and if you ever go beyond a certain distance from the person who installed it, it triggers an alert and automatically sends them your new location.]
[Sonder: If we don’t get rid of it, your every move will be under their control.]
[Sonder: Let me wipe it for you.]
Anastasia quickly typed—
[Summer: No, don’t!]
Sonder replied with a surprised question mark.
[Summer: He’s only worried about my safety, that’s all.]
There was no doubt about it—this had to be Harrison’s doing.
Yet Anastasia couldn’t even muster up anger. All she felt was a deep ache in her chest, a bittersweet tenderness.
She thought of how, after she started college, he couldn’t sleep alone and ended up moving with her to the apartment. She remembered how he wouldn’t even let her stroll through the garden by herself—he insisted on watching from upstairs, just in case. Only now did Anastasia finally realize she’d underestimated her place in his heart.
She hadn’t truly grasped how much she mattered to him—how much sway she held over his feelings.
If this was what it took to put his mind at ease—to make things a little easier for him—then so be it. It was just a tracking app. She could pretend she didn’t know.
Footsteps sounded behind her—measured, steady. She didn’t even need to look; she knew it was Harrison.
She turned and saw his tall figure in the doorway. Without thinking, her face lit up in a radiant smile—she didn’t even notice how much brighter her eyes had become.
“Hey, hubby!”
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