Revenge on My Sister and Ex-Husband (Adelaide) novel Chapter 1

On her wedding day, Adelaide Pierce found a sex video of her husband, Garrett Barnard, and her sister, Amanda Pierce.

She sat on the sofa, calling Garrett while staring at the laptop screen with her bloodshot eyes.

The video showed Garrett on top of Amanda.

Adelaide’s mind went blank. She didn’t know how to react if Garrett answered the call.

But Garrett glanced at the caller ID, paused for a moment, and then, driven by his urges, he ignored the call without a second thought.

Adelaide’s last bit of hope was crushed.

With hands that were almost stiff, she slammed the laptop shut.

Amanda had won.

She had successfully seduced Adelaide’s husband.

Adelaide wiped her eyes dry. She moved everything back the way she had brought it over that day.

The trace of the dinner was also cleaned up as if she had never been there at all.

When Adelaide got back to her apartment, she felt like she had been drained of all her energy and curled up in bed.

Suddenly, Adelaide’s phone rang.

She thought Garrett was calling back, but it was Amanda, gloating about her win.

“Adelaide, I told you, I’d take away everything you care about,” Amanda said, sounding smug.

As Adelaide clutched her phone, her fingers turned so pale, but she managed to keep her cool. “You did it. Congrats.”

Flush with satisfaction, Amanda kept pushing, asking, “Do you think he’ll fall for me?”

Whether Garrett had fallen for Amanda didn’t matter to Adelaide anymore.

For her, this love was dead and gone.

After forcing herself to accept the truth, Adelaide sneered, “Sure, why not? If you’re that confident, give it your all and see if he’ll divorce me for you.”

Then Adelaide hung up the phone.

Deep down, she knew Amanda didn’t like Garrett. Amanda was just trying to take away the few things she still cared about, bit by bit.

But why should she be the one to suffer?

It was the Pierce family’s enemies who switched them at birth, and Amanda’s adoptive parents who drove her into depression.

When Adelaide found out eight years ago that she wasn’t a Pierce, she offered to leave, but the Pierce family wouldn’t let her. Six years ago, when Amanda was found again, she tried to leave once more, but they reminded her that they raised her and promised to help her find her biological parents. They were the ones who kept Adelaide there against her will.

Over the years, Adelaide had tried her best to lie low in the Pierce family. Her identity, brother, and parents never truly belonged to her. She gave them all back to Amanda, without ever trying to take even a little bit for herself.

But the Pierce family didn’t keep their promises. Instead, they made her the scapegoat for Amanda.

When Adelaide thought marrying Garrett would finally get her out of the Pierce family, Amanda had to go that far and mess that up.

The only person she trusted had stabbed her in the back.

Adelaide buried her face in the quilt, crying until she was gasping for air. As she was about to drift off, someone suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist. The moment she felt kisses on the back of her neck, she froze. It was Garrett.

“Honey,” Garrett called her softly. “Didn’t we say we’d move into the new place today? Why didn’t you go?”

“My period came early, and my stomach hurts,” Adelaide replied in a weak voice, making her excuse sound more believable and effectively putting Garrett off from doing anything else.