Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 216

“Did Logan tell you?”

“No, I heard it myself!” Anastasia rushed to explain. “Just now, when I was coming downstairs, I overheard you talking to Logan…”

She hesitated, then confessed, “Those things on the recording… they really were my words. I’m sorry, darling.”

She’d wrestled with herself for a long time, but even though her heart pounded with anxiety, Anastasia couldn’t bring herself to lie—not to him, not when she knew a secret like this could fester between them forever.

“Back then I—”

“Don’t,” Harrison cut her off.

He’d already had the recording checked and knew it wasn’t a fake, but hearing her admit it in person still made his expression turn icy.

“No, please, honey, just let me finish, okay?”

She wrapped her arms around him, looking up at his tense jaw. Her eyes were still rimmed red from crying, but there was a stubborn determination in her gaze.

“I know you must be furious. But at the time, I’d never even met you. There were so many rumors—everyone said you were terrifying, that you’d blow up at the slightest thing, that you were some kind of cold-blooded overlord. I was just… scared, that’s all.”

Her voice wavered with a hint of grievance.

Harrison’s lips curled in a wry, almost mocking smile. “And you’re not afraid of me anymore?”

Anastasia replied instantly, “Of course not—now I know none of those things were true! How could I be afraid of you?”

She nestled closer, pride and adoration lighting up her face. “My husband is the most handsome man in the world!”

Harrison met her bright, honest gaze and, for a moment, felt something twist unexpectedly deep in his chest.

Seeing that his expression had softened, Anastasia seized the moment to playfully plead, “Darling, it was all my fault before. How could I not trust my own mother’s judgment? Please don’t hold it against me, okay?”

She watched his face, then added pitifully, “Whenever you’re upset with me, it hurts right here.”

She took his hand and pressed it to her chest.

Harrison was silent.

She always managed to find a way to leave him helpless.

Now that things were good between her and Harrison, it was time to deal with something else.

After breakfast, she turned to him and said, “Honey, that card Samuel used to trick me—the handwriting was exactly like yours.”

The words had barely left her mouth before Harrison’s face darkened with a cold, dangerous edge.

That meant this wasn’t just Samuel’s random idea—someone had planned this, someone was targeting her.

And for someone to even know what Harrison’s handwriting looked like? That wasn’t something just anyone could get close enough to discover.

“Find out who it was,” he ordered, his voice as frigid as ice.

Logan nodded at once.

The Sterling family estate.

Nora had just received word that Harrison had stormed into the hotel with his men and taken Anastasia away by force.

She broke into a satisfied smile.