Chapter forty-two

Olivia

I was filing my nails while sitting on the couch when *beep* suddenly a message popped up on my screen. Out of curiosity, I dropped the nail filer on the small glass table in front of me and quietly picked up my phone. I clicked on the message and boom... It took me to a passage on Instagram from one of my favorite bloggers.

“Mr. Damien and his wife were spotted in the Wanderlust boutique this afternoon. That's so exciting! Did you happen to see them yourself or did you hear it from someone else?" The blogger wrote under a picture capturing Damien and of course, my half-sister in front of the boutique hand in hand walking inside through the boutique door.

Wait, isn't Wanderlust one of the biggest feminine boutiques in the world? No way!!! Damien wouldn't need a female dress, so it's obvious that he took that woman shopping. But for what exactly?! This news feels like a sharp sword slicing through my heart.

As I clicked on the comments, a rush of annoyance flooded over me,