Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 397

A dry chuckle slipped from Anastasia’s lips. “You really are naive. Did you honestly think you still had a chance?”

She strode forward, crouching down in front of Penelope, who was sprawled helplessly on the floor. “I told you already—this time, I’m making sure you disappear for good. Did you really think I was joking?”

Penelope’s face turned ghostly pale. Her eyes, wide with terror and hatred, locked onto Anastasia.

Anastasia’s smile was as cold as winter steel. “This is the payback you deserve. So… just… enjoy… every… minute… of it.”

Each word slithered into Penelope’s heart like an icy serpent, leaving her shivering and chilled to the bone.

Satisfied, Anastasia straightened up and left, her footsteps light and graceful as she disappeared down the hallway.

Penelope was left alone in the stark, silent hospital room, collapsed on the cold tile floor. She looked broken, her expression lost and desperate.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed outside the door.

Dazed, Penelope lifted her head—and saw Benson standing in the doorway, returned once more.

A surge of hope flashed in her eyes. Ignoring the pain, she scrambled awkwardly toward him, calling out, “Ben, Ben… I knew you wouldn’t abandon me!”

“It hurts so much, Ben… please, help me up…”

But Benson stood there, unmoving. He made no move to help her.

His gaze was icy and unyielding as he stared her down. “You lied to me about being pure and innocent. You lied about being kind. And that incident five years ago—when I was bitten by a venomous snake on set, and you sent the medicine that saved me—did you really gather it yourself?”

All the color drained from Penelope’s face.

“O-of course it was me! I saved your life, Ben… how could you even doubt me?”

Penelope knew all too well: Benson’s affection, his loyalty—all of it hinged on that act of saving his life. The truth about that night could never come out.

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