Welcome To Hell, Dear Wife-Chapter 31: Revelation

Chapter 31: Revelation
Mira paced the luxurious bedroom that now seemed more like a prison than anything else.
The sound her feet made against the marble over and over again was feeding her dopamine as the aura of the door still vibrated in her bones.
The audacity of that man! That... that slut-shaming bastard. That perverted monster!
She rubbed her face with both palms so vigorously, as if she wished it to come off on them. Her head was way too jumbled.
Nothing was making sense! As usual!
If only Lorena’s bank account had money,
she thought to herself.
She’d probably be in the Maldives right now, tanning herself on a marvelous beach!
But no! She had to have transferred all her money, and she didn’t even have her memory to know where!
Yet she left so many problems for her! So many problems, but no darn money!
Her mind went reeling again as she remembered Lucas’ voice from the previous day.
"You accused me of rape."
Mira could not believe that she once thought this body was God’s second chance for her to live her life. At this point, she might as well have stayed dead!
Who would have thought someone who had a perfect life and everything, like Lorena Sanders, could be struggling so much?
So much that she even had a man like Lucas on her trail.
As if her brain had just reconnected, her steps faltered, and she suddenly stopped dead in the centre of the room.
Wait!
Oh my God!
Everything was starting to make sense now. One haunting question that had been hammering in the back of her head was finally getting answered!
This wasn’t some marriage of convenience nor some business arrangement for her to get help?
Did... did this man actually marry her just to punish her? Was this some sick move to punish her for what Lorena did to him back then? If she did so truthfully?
Then this isn’t even a marriage of convenience, but a marriage of revenge?
Mira’s hand flew to her mouth as a hysterical laugh of fear bubbled in her throat, before coming out as a choked sob. A sob of huge fear.
Of course! Of course it finally makes sense! Why didn’t I connect the dots sooner?
Lorena Sanders, you magnificent messy bitch! What on earth did you do?
You didn’t just live such a messy life, but you made sure to live so spectacularly offensively that you left a landmine of karma for me to try and get through?
Mira was going through so much crisis at her newfound discovery that she couldn’t help laugh like a maniac.
She contemplated everything again.
Tell him she’s just inhabiting her body, as if it would make sense to any sensible person? Or maybe just kill herself again and hope to be transported into a better body than this?
She shot up to her feet suddenly.
No! I’ll use this exact body and life and rise! I can do it!
Fueled by a fresh wave of anger at both Lucas, the owner of the darned body she was in, and even the universe for this badly composed joke, she finally went to the massive walk-in closet and yanked the door open.
She was expecting empty hangers or messy clothes, but her jaw dropped instead as the closet wasn’t just full, but was a bursting temple of designer excess.
Even way more than Lorena had in her own room.
Dresses were stacked so high, while shoes and bags lined up like shiny and expensive soldiers.
She stood still for a while before letting a deep breath out. "Well, at least his plan of revenge doesn’t involve keeping me naked like one would expect of a pervert like him."
She ran a hand over the cocktail dresses that screamed look at me! All Lorena’s tastes in the most designed-for-attention kind of ways.
The exact opposite of everything Mira Carter had ever been.
And then a petty and perfect idea bloomed in her head like a bulb.
So he hates revealing clothes? Good!
She swept all the dresses aside. It was time for her to take control of this life finally, and the first step for her was to weaponize it.
If he was going to terrify her, fine! But she would not cower.
People like him would continue to step over her if they smelled fear. It would be like blood in water.
She had spent her life as Mira Carter being stepped on and pushed over and over. She would not be in this body and still be treated the same way.
Lorena had given her all these, after all: this face, this body,
these... amazing breasts.
And it would be such a waste to hide them.
Time to show that bastard that he can’t tell anyone what to wear!
She raged through the closet and soon found what she was looking for.
A tiny and sinful black shorts that hugged every curve of hers with a blood-red blouse with a very deep plunging V-neck that did indeed poke out everything it possibly could.
She yanked them on and went to the vanity that was littered with makeup. Then she smeared on a nude lip gloss like a doll remaking herself in the image of her enemy’s annoyance.
When she finally gave herself one last look in the lengthy mirror there, it was like a stranger was staring right back at her.
Well... it was indeed a stranger, but with more lipstick and clothes she would never have worn before.
She smiled at her reflection and came out of the closet, and that was when she heard it.
A low rumble coming from downstairs, and she froze to try and listen.
It was some sort of chanting, as angry voices overlapped each other, even though she couldn’t hear a thing they were saying.
A growl even rumbled beneath all the chanting, one that sounded too deep to be human. More like an animal.
What the hell is that? Are they fighting or something? Do they keep animals in this house? A dog?
She felt like she should just remain indoors and lock the door at that point. But she told herself that was what the old Mira would have done.
But now she was tired of being safe, because being safe meant not knowing what was coming for you. And if she was going to be eaten, she might as well see the teeth of the thing eating her than be blindsided.
Again
.
So she crept to the bedroom door and opened it. The hallway was empty, but the sounds were getting louder, like some mob.
She wondered if the anti-fans or paparazzi had found her again, but she knew that couldn’t be it.
She tiptoed down the grand staircase and then saw that it was in fact coming from the direction that had the hall she was in before, so she followed the sound slowly.
Once she was there, she hid behind a pole that was nearest to the entrance of the dining hall, and then one voice hit her in a voice filled with hatred.
"So what? Are we supposed to dine with someone like her? Pretend we like her when what we really want is to tear her apart with our claws and feast on her intestines?"