Chapter 5

Olivia's POV 

I was Mrs. Rockwell again for the second time.

Theodore and I had slipped into a quiet Manhattan courthouse a few weeks ago and got married. 

That same afternoon he slid a custom fifty-five-million-dollar diamond ring onto my finger.

The real highlight, though, was me.

I had been disciplined. Gym. Clean eating. No more punishing my body with neglect.

No more excess skin but I still look chubby while preserving the curves Theo said he loved.

I’d gone from 150 kg to 100 kg. Over 50 kg gone. 

My body felt lighter and for the first time in my life, I felt in control.

Theo had made sure Juliet came with us. He offered her a senior marketing position at Apex Global Media, six times her old salary with a fully furnished apartment in and a sleek black company car.

Now she was flying to New York with us, already texting me outfit options for tonight.

Everything had happened so fast.

If anyone had told me, while I lay bleeding on that ballroom floor, that I’d end up here remarried, rich, and ready to burn everything down I would’ve laughed through the pain.

But here I was.

In Theo’s sprawling Manhattan penthouse bedroom, slipping into a custom emerald-green gown that hugged my new figure like a second skin. 

Theo stepped behind me, hands sliding around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder as he looked at our reflection.

“You look perfect,” he murmured against my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

I smiled, cheeks warming. “You say that every time I get dressed.”

“Because it’s true every time.”

He kissed the side of my neck, then stepped back and picked up a small black velvet box from the dresser.

“I have a gift for you.”

I laughed softly. “No more gifts, Theodore. It’s too much.”

“Trust me,” he said, eyes glinting. “You’ll love this one.”

I opened the box.

Inside lay a set of keys, I looked up, confused. “What’s this?”

He smiled. “A little birdie told me about your dream to own a modelling agency exclusively for plus-size women. So I thought… as the wife of the CEO of Apex Global Media, you might love to launch your own company alongside mine.”

My breath caught.

“Juliet told you. Theodore! You didn't have to! You've done too much for me already” 

“I’ve not even done anything yet. You’ve spent your entire life being overlooked and treated like you were less but not with me, every single thing about you matters. I’ll do everything to make you happy.”

Tears stung my eyes before I could stop them.

I ran into his arms, burying my face in his chest. 

“I don’t deserve you,” I whispered.

You deserve everything,” he said quietly. “And I’m going to make sure you get it.”

By evening we were in the backseat of a matte-black Rolls-Royce Phantom driving towards  the Grand ballroom where Liam and Bella’s wedding was in full swing.

Theo’s hand rested on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles through the slit in my dress.

We arrived just as they were about to cut the cake.

Theo stepped out first.

The moment his foot hit the red carpet, the entire entrance erupted.

Cameras flashed as the paparazzi surged forward, shouting over each other.

“The Rockwell heir is back!”

“Mr. Sinclair! How does it feel to return after ten years?”

“What are your plans for Nova Media Group?”

Theo didn’t even glance at them. He walked straight through the chaos and straight to the ballroom.

Inside, the ballroom went dead silent the second he appeared.

Liam stood on the small stage beside Bella, knife poised over the towering wedding cake. 

His face drained of color when he saw his uncle.

Theo climbed the steps without hesitation.

Liam stammered. “Uncle… you came?”

Theo’s smile was sharp. “Surprised to see me? Is that how you greet your uncle? Come give me a hug.”

Liam’s arms stayed stiff at his sides. He couldn’t move.

Theo turned to Bella instead.

“Congratulations to the bride. She’s beautiful.” 

He handed her a small gold envelope then looked back at the stunned crowd.

“I think this is the perfect opportunity,” he said, voice carrying effortlessly, “to introduce my wife… and the new CEO of Nova Media Group.”

“You're married?” Liam asked in shock.

The room sucked in a collective breath as Theo turned toward the entrance.

I stepped out of the car.

The moment I appeared, the entire hall lost its mind.

For weeks, Nova Media Group had flooded every platform with carefully crafted lies.

Front-page stories, viral videos, sponsored posts, even “exclusive interviews” with unnamed “close friends.” 

They called me the fat wife who wanted to ruin her husband. 

. One headline after another:

“Olivia Sinclair: From Trophy Wife to Tragic Recluse”

“Heartbroken Ex-Wife of Liam Rockwell Attempts Suicide After Public Humiliation”

“Sources Confirm: Olivia Drowned Herself in the Thames – Body Still Missing”

My parents even gave a statement.

“We tried to help her, but she was always…mentally unstable. We'll do everything to find our daughter's corpse” 

Liam’s PR team even released a statement expressing deep sadness while quietly scrubbing every trace of our marriage from Nova’s archives.

They wanted me erased and the world to believe I’d stayed hidden forever, too ashamed to show my face again.

So when I walked into that ballroom everyone looked like they’d seen a ghost.

Whispers exploded around me.

“She’s gorgeous… holy shit, what happened to her?”

“Isn’t that Olivia? She’s supposed to be dead!”

“Nova group said she drowned herself last month, how does that even make sense?”

“Liam’s ex is back and she’s married to his uncle, This is insane!”

Theo extended his hand, I took it and he pulled me close, and turned back to the crowd.

“Everyone… meet my wife. Mrs. Olivia Rockwell.”