Chapter Summary: Chapter 340 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In Chapter 340, 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.
She was a little puzzled. Why hadn’t they arrived together?
“No idea.” Anastasia took a delicate sip of champagne, her expression calm as ever. “He didn’t say yes.”
“What?!” Juliet’s face changed in an instant, shock written all over her.
Maggie and Sandra, sitting nearby, turned to stare at Anastasia, equally wide-eyed.
He turned down her invitation? If Harrison didn’t show up tonight, Anastasia was done for!
“It’s fine. There are still ten minutes left. Let’s wait a bit.” Anastasia remained unruffled, her voice steady.
That day, she’d tried everything in front of Harrison—sweet-talking, playing the victim—but nothing could get him to promise he’d come. Even when she left the house earlier, Harrison hadn’t given any sign he’d show up; he’d simply gone out on his own business, as if it was just another day.
Still, alone or not, Anastasia came anyway.
She was betting on him. She couldn’t believe Harrison would really just stand by and watch her get humiliated without lifting a finger.
Humming softly to herself, Anastasia rested her chin in her hand, one shapely leg swinging idly as she kept her eyes fixed on the entrance.
She wondered, when would her dear hubby decide to make his appearance?
Unlike Anastasia’s serene composure, Juliet and the others were nearly beside themselves with worry, silently praying that Harrison would change his mind and walk through those doors.
Not far away, Shirley watched the anxious group clustered around Anastasia and let out a cold, mocking laugh before turning her gaze away.
She’d lost count of how many times she’d looked toward the entrance herself. Truth was, she hadn’t spent weeks putting this party together just to get back at Anastasia—she had much bigger plans tonight.
Unconsciously, she smoothed the folds of her glamorous gown, the gesture betraying a rare flicker of anticipation and nerves.
Someone nearby noticed. “Shirley, are you expecting some special guest tonight?”
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