Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 92

“Don’t call me that. It makes my skin crawl.” Anastasia’s eyes were icy as she stared Aaron down. “Aaron, are you really that clueless? Fine, let me spell it out for you—I don’t like you. Why on earth would I go for a loser like you?”

“My husband is Harrison—Mr. Lancaster! He’s miles ahead of you in every possible way. I’d have to be blind to dump him for someone like you.”

“Oh, please. Marry me? Spare me. You can get a door key cut for a couple bucks—do you even qualify for that?”

Aaron stood there, gaping in disbelief. Just a moment ago, Anastasia had been easy to coax, and now it was like she’d turned into a different person entirely.

“Anastasia?!”

“Don’t call me ‘Anastasia’—you haven’t earned that right. If you must call me something, try Aunt Anastasia—” She broke off with a mocking laugh. “Oh, wait. I forgot. Your father is just the Lancaster family’s bastard child. You’re not even a real Lancaster, are you? Forget ‘Aunt Anastasia’—just call me Ms. Sterling.”

She didn’t hold back in the slightest, trampling Aaron’s dignity without mercy. He couldn’t pretend anymore. He wiped his face, voice shaking with anger. “Anastasia! Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?”

“Oh, please. Does it really take guts to put a bastard’s son in his place? But if you insist—fine, I’ll tell you where I got my nerve: my husband gave it to me. If you’ve got a problem, why don’t you go to Rosewood Manor and take it up with him?”

Anastasia lifted her chin, her pretty face radiating scorn and confidence—she looked absolutely untouchable.

Next door, Logan was witnessing a miracle unfold.

The moment Anastasia’s words—“My husband is Harrison”—floated over, it was as if the entire atmosphere shifted from the dead of winter to the warmth of spring.

Harrison turned his head, listening intently to the voices coming from the next room. After a pause, he said quietly, “She called me her husband. Did you hear that?”

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