Chapter Summary: Chapter 378 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In Chapter 378, 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.
Benson’s face darkened instantly, but he kept his tone directed at her. “Anastasia, if you keep slandering my fiancée, don’t blame me for being harsh with you.”
“Penelope has told me everything,” he continued, his voice tight with conviction. “She was deceived by those men, then slandered. I only feel sorry for her—I certainly don’t hold it against her.”
Deceived? Slandered?
Anastasia stared at him in disbelief, her gaze darting past Benson to Penelope, who was hovering behind him. Their eyes met. Penelope’s lips curled into a triumphant little smile.
Did Penelope really think she was unprepared? Anastasia knew she’d already wiped those incriminating videos with the help of a hacker. No matter what Anastasia said now, there was no evidence left. Of course Benson wouldn’t believe her.
“Enough. If you’re done, leave,” Benson ordered brusquely. “Penelope and I have things to discuss.”
Penelope just smiled, sliding her arm through Benson’s. Her voice was soft and delicate as she spoke. “Anastasia, I know you have your issues with me, but I hope you’ll wish Ben and me happiness. Can you do that, for us?”
Her smile was brimming with smug satisfaction.
Anastasia stared at her for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.
“Sure. I wish you both every happiness—let’s just hope you’re worthy of it.”
With that, she didn’t linger another second. She turned on her heel and walked away.
Penelope should have felt relieved, but for some reason, unease prickled at her. Something about Anastasia’s calm departure left her unsettled.
Anastasia walked a few steps, then glanced back at the closed door, her eyes icy cold.
Did Penelope really think that landing Benson meant Anastasia couldn’t touch her? What a joke. She was practically asking for trouble.
Once she was outside the apartment building, Anastasia pulled out her phone, logged into a forum to message Sonder, then dialed a number.
On the other end, Shirley picked up.
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