The ride back to the mansion was painfully quiet. Olivia sat stiffly in the passenger seat, staring out the window, lost in her thoughts. Nathan didn’t say a word either, his focus on the road, his jaw tight. Her mind raced. What were Raymond’s chances now? After what Christopher had done… after walking out in the middle of the hearing… how would her brother ever get out of jail? The look on Raymond’s face haunted her. Disappointment. Hopelessness. She blinked back tears. Everything was falling apart. And Christopher? He owed her answers. No. Not just answers. Explanations. A lot of them. She clenched her fists in her lap, her jaw tightening as she stared blankly ahead. This wasn’t over. Not until she understood why the man she trusted had turned his back on them. The car rolled into the mansion’s driveway, and the moment it stopped, Olivia pushed open the door and stepped out without a word. “Olivia!” Nathan called after her, but she ignored him, her heart
Olivia stared at Christopher, frozen in disbelief. Her mind was racing, trying to make sense of what had just happened, but the courtroom had fallen into stunned silence. Then, without saying another word, Christopher casually glanced at his watch… and walked out. Whispers erupted behind her, but Olivia didn’t care. She ran after him. Her heels echoed across the courthouse floor as she pushed through the doors, her heart pounding in her chest. Outside, she spotted him heading toward his car, walking like he hadn’t just thrown everything into chaos. “Christopher!” she shouted. He stopped and turned. But the look in his eyes made her stomach twist. There was something dark in them. Something cold, sharp and dangerous. It wasn’t the man she knew. It wasn’t Christopher. “What... what did you just do?” she asked, her voice unsteady. He tilted his head slightly, as if amused. “You’re his wife, right?” he asked casually. Olivia’s brows pulled together. What was he t
One Week Later Christopher stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of his tailored suit. The morning light poured into his room, casting a soft glow over the sharp lines of his navy-blue jacket. His expression was focused, jaw tight, eyes heavy with responsibility. Today was Raymond’s hearing. And this time, he wouldn’t fail. He straightened his tie and glanced at his reflection, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly. There would be no car issues today, he had personally overseen every detail. No tampered brakes. No surprises. He wasn’t taking any chances. Not again. He smoothed his lapel and reached for his case files. Everything he needed to argue Raymond’s innocence was neatly arranged inside. Witness statements. Contradictions in the original case. Gaps the prosecution didn’t want anyone to notice. He had worked hard. Pushed through pain, stress, and sleepless nights. But it didn’t matter, because today, he had to show up. For Raymond. And for Olivia
Christopher stood still, staring after Racheal as she walked away. His brows furrowed in confusion. What had just happened? Why was she crying? He replayed the conversation in his head. She had told him she was pregnant, and he had congratulated her. He had meant it. Deep down, he was genuinely happy for her. A new life was always something to be celebrated… wasn’t it? So why did she look shattered? Maybe she’d expected a different reaction. Maybe she had hoped for more than just a smile and soft words. He sighed, realizing that no matter how good his intentions were, he might have said too little. Shaking his head, Christopher turned to go back inside. His body was still weak from the hospital stay, and he needed to rest. But the moment he took two steps forward, a sudden, sharp pain exploded in his head. He gasped and stumbled, his hand flying to his temple. It was unbearable, like a hammer slamming into his skull over and over again. The pain was so intense he could har
When Olivia opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw were the plain white walls surrounding her. The harsh fluorescent light above made her squint, and the steady beeping of a monitor nearby confirmed what she feared, she was in a hospital. For a moment, everything felt hazy. Her mind struggled to catch up. There was a strange sense of déjà vu, and she was unsure how she got there. She blinked slowly, trying to focus. Her body ached slightly, her head felt heavy, and her limbs didn’t move as easily as she wanted. Then, like a wave crashing down, the memories returned. Olivia stirred, her body aching as she slowly sat up. Her head throbbed, and she winced slightly. The last thing she remembered was the sudden force, the door of the car flying open and her body hitting the hard ground. She must have blacked out after that. Just then, the door creaked open, and Christopher stepped in, Nathan right behind him. The moment Christopher saw her awake, relief washed over his face
Christopher paced, worried. Olivia wasn’t back and it was unlike her. The rain was pouring loudly, drumming against the windows and roof. He had dialed her number several times, but it didn’t go through. Not even once. No rings. Just silence. Nathan sat on the couch, legs crossed, trying to remain calm despite the tension in the room. “Relax,” he said, watching Christopher with a raised brow. “She’ll be back. She’ll be fine.” Christopher ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “How can I relax? She’s not home. She didn’t say she’d be late, she’s not picking up, and it’s storming like hell out there.” Nathan leaned forward slightly. “It’s raining. Maybe the driver hasn’t gotten to her yet. Maybe traffic’s insane. Don’t jump to conclusions.” “But what if something’s wrong?” Christopher muttered, staring at the window like he expected Olivia to walk in any second. “What if—” He paused, unable to finish the thought. The recent threats. The masked man. All of it came floodi