Olivia Grace sat in the luxurious car owned by her husband, Hunter Jackson. Her face was pale—not just from the nausea of the newly discovered pregnancy, but from the storm of emotions raging inside her. She couldn’t believe he had the audacity to drag her home like that.
"Hunter, let me go! You can’t just pull me around like that in public!" Olivia shouted, yanking her arm from Hunter’s firm grip. Hunter kept his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched tightly. “I’m your husband, Olivia. I have the right to bring you home. Did you really think I’d let you spend the night with your ex?” The jealousy burning inside him was reaching its limit. “I just needed a quiet place to think! You don’t know anything about what I’m going through right now!” Olivia shot back, her voice raised. Hunter pulled into the driveway of their grand estate. A heavy silence hung between them as they entered the house. Once the door shut behind them, Olivia turned to face him with fire in her eyes. “What were you thinking, Hunter? You drag me back home, and then what? What do you plan to do with me? Tear me apart the way you tore apart my dignity with that woman—Sofia?!” Hunter closed the distance between them in seconds, his face red with anger. “And you think I’ll just sit back and watch you with Ethan? Your ex? You’re playing with fire, Olivia.” “I never intended to cheat, Hunter! I left because I needed space—to process all your lies. About you and Sofia, about how cold you’ve become!” Olivia shouted, tears beginning to fall. “So now you’re blaming me for everything? You think I’m not hurting too? Seeing my wife spend the night with another man?” “And you think I was happy watching my husband betray me behind my back?!” she screamed even louder. Suddenly, silence. Heavy breathing was the only sound between them. Olivia’s eyes were red and swollen, and Hunter’s fists were clenched tightly. “I didn’t sleep with Sofia,” Hunter said at last, his voice quieter. “But I was close to her. Because I was jealous, Olivia. Because you made me feel like I wasn’t needed anymore.” Olivia let out a bitter laugh. “So jealousy is your excuse now? Is that how you justify betrayal?” Hunter took a slow step toward her. “I was wrong. I admit that. But I’m human, Liv. I was hurt. I felt like you were slipping away and I didn’t know how to stop it.” “You think I can just forgive you? After everything? After all the pain you’ve caused?” Olivia asked, her voice trembling. Hunter looked into her eyes. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness. Not easily. But if you give me the chance, I’ll fix this. I promise I’ll change.” Olivia took a step back, her chest tightening. There was a storm raging in her heart. She still loved him. But the wounds were too deep. “I... I don’t know, Hunter. It’s too much. And—” Suddenly, her body swayed. Her vision blurred. Hunter rushed forward and caught her just before she fell. “Olivia! Liv, what’s happening?” he shouted in panic. Olivia closed her eyes, her body limp in his arms. “I... I’m pregnant, Hunter...” Hunter froze. The world seemed to stop spinning. “What...? You said... pregnant?” Olivia opened her eyes slowly. “Yes... and I don’t want my child growing up in a house full of lies and hatred.” Hunter stared at the woman still in his arms. His eyes welled up, not with anger this time, but with sorrow and regret. “I swear, I’ll protect you both. I’ll be a good father, Liv. Please, give me a chance…” Olivia lowered her head, tears falling onto Hunter’s chest. In this moment, she felt fragile. She wanted to believe him, but the fear and pain were rooted too deep. “Give me time, Hunter. I can’t make a decision right now.” Hunter nodded slowly. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes.” Silence fell again, the sound of their heartbeats filling the space. But outside the house, Sofia Joy wasn’t going to let their marriage heal so easily. Meanwhile, in a luxury apartment, Sofia Joy stared at her phone with burning rage. A short video of Hunter dragging Olivia out of the hotel had gone viral in elite circles. “Olivia Grace… You think you’ve won just because you’re pregnant? Think again. I won’t stay silent. You’ll regret ever coming back to him.” Sofia tapped on a hidden contact in her phone. A man’s cold voice answered on the other end. “What do you need, ma’am?” the man asked. Sofia smirked. What will Sofia do now that Hunter Jackson is back with Olivia Grace?Daniel sat frozen in front of his computer screen, his eyes scanning each folder rapidly. His fingers danced across the keyboard, opening file after file that should contain damning evidence against Hunter Jackson—but nothing was there.“This can’t be…” he muttered, breath held tight. He opened his external drive, the one where he stored backups in a labyrinth of encryption. But the folders that were once there… were gone.His face paled.He accessed his private cloud account—his most secure storage, one only he had access to. But as soon as he logged in, a notification popped up: Folder not found.“No. No, this can’t be happening…” His voice rose. His hands moved quickly, running recovery tools, checking last edits, metadata—anything.Nothing.Everything had been wiped. Clean. Without a trace.Even the hidden folders that required triple-layer authentication showed nothing. All the documents, audio recordings, secret transaction logs, emails, Hunter’s encrypted call records—gone.Era
Daniel leaned his head back against the car seat, closing his eyes for a moment to push away the headache pulsing at his temples after the intense meeting with Olivia. He started the engine and drove toward home. But just as he turned into the residential neighborhood, something caught his eye, forcing him to slam on the brakes.A little girl was walking alone by the side of the road. Her hair was messy, her clothes wrinkled, and her steps were unsteady, as if she’d been walking for quite a while.“Eliana?” Daniel muttered in disbelief. He pulled over, quickly opened the door, and stepped out.“Eliana!” he called, jogging toward the girl. “What are you doing out here at this hour? It’s nearly midnight!”Eliana stopped walking. Her usually bright, round eyes were swollen from crying, her face covered in dust, and she clutched a worn-out doll tightly in her arms.“Uncle Daniel...” her voice cracked, hoarse and faint, like she’d been crying for hours.Daniel knelt in front of her. “What
The sound of clashing keys echoed as the iron bars of the prison cell slammed shut. Olivia sat in the corner, leaning her exhausted body against the cold wall. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen, but in her silence, she still clung to a flicker of hope. She believed Hunter would find a way to prove the truth. She believed her family would remain intact.But everything changed that afternoon.Quick footsteps approached the cell. A guard called out in a neutral tone, “Visitor for you, Olivia Grace.”Olivia lifted her head. Behind the glass partition in the visitation room stood a familiar figure—Daniel, her most loyal assistant. He looked uneasy, his suit wrinkled, face drawn, like he hadn’t slept in days.Olivia stood immediately, her steps brisk toward the room. Sitting down before the glass, she picked up the phone with a trembling hand.“Daniel... What is it?” Her voice was hoarse, barely audible.Daniel swallowed hard, hesitation flickering in his eyes. He took a deep breath and c
The sky was overcast when the door of the police station swung open. Olivia stepped out slowly, her breaths still heavy after the long interrogation. Behind her, Hunter and Joe followed, ready to take their family home.But the calm shattered instantly.“Stop right there, Olivia!”A deep, angry voice thundered. Damien, dressed in a black suit with eyes burning with fury, stormed toward Olivia. Beside him stood his wife, Shopia Joy, looking proud despite still appearing weak after her hospital stay.Olivia froze. Her heart pounded. She knew this wasn’t over.Without warning, Damien yanked Olivia’s arm violently, nearly sending her crashing to the ground.“You think you can just walk free after trying to kill my wife?!” Damien growled. “A woman like you belongs in prison, Olivia!”Hunter stepped forward at once, shielding his wife. “Let her go, Damien! This has gone too far!”But Damien raised a thick brown folder, waving it toward the nearby officers.“This is new evidence. A voice rec
That morning, the house felt unusually quiet. Joe was still in his room, unwilling to speak much after the argument the night before. Olivia tried to lighten the mood by preparing breakfast, while Hunter got ready for work.But the calm didn’t last long. The doorbell rang. When Olivia opened it, the face she least wanted to see reappeared: Shopia Joy.“What are you doing here again?” Olivia asked, trying to stay calm.Shopia Joy looked tired, her face pale and her eyes swollen as if she had been crying. “I… I just want to talk. I know I went too far last night.”Olivia hesitated. But seeing the remorse in Shopia Joy’s expression, she stepped aside. “Come in.”In the living room, Shopia Joy sat down, clasping her hands together. “I’m not a good mother. But I want to try… to start over. At least, maybe we can make peace. For Joe’s sake.”Olivia studied the woman’s face for a long moment. She didn’t trust her entirely. But she also knew that if this was a way to defuse tension, even temp
The house was still tense after the last fight. Hunter kept his distance, while Olivia tried to remain calm for the kids. But the real storm hadn’t passed—Shopia hadn’t given up yet.That afternoon, while Olivia was preparing dinner and Hunter played with Eliana in the backyard, Shopia knocked on Joe’s bedroom door. She held a box of warm brownies and wore a manipulative smile.Joe opened the door just a crack. “What now, Mom?”Shopia smiled sweetly, as if the anger from the other day had never happened. “Can I come in for a moment?”Joe sighed deeply, then opened the door wider. Shopia entered and placed the brownies on his desk.“I made these myself. They’re still warm,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Joe remained standing by the window.“You have something to say, don’t you?”Shopia didn’t hide her intentions. “I want you to come back, Joe. To Damien’s house. The home where you belong.”Joe turned quickly. “Damien’s house? The man you say is my father? He didn’t raise me
Morning had just begun to embrace Olivia’s home, the gentle sunlight filtering through the living room windows. But the peace was shattered in an instant when a shout pierced the air, startling everyone inside.BANG!The front door was kicked open."I can't take this anymore! You two are the most selfish couple I’ve ever met!" screamed Shopia Joy as she stormed in uninvited, her face flushed with rage and her eyes blazing.Olivia, who had been preparing breakfast in the kitchen, jumped in shock—so did Hunter, who had just stepped out of Joe's room after making sure the teenager was asleep following last night’s events.“Shopia?” Olivia rushed to the living room. “What is going on?!”Shopia stood in the middle of the room, her entire presence radiating fury. Her hair was a mess, and her eyes burned with resentment."Don't pretend, Olivia!" Shopia snapped. "I just found out last night that Joe—my son—ran away from this house! And you... you didn't say a word to me?!"Olivia fell silent.
Evening had fallen gently.Soft orange hues streamed through Olivia's window as the sky dimmed. The living room felt warm and serene. Eliana sat on Hunter’s lap, giggling at a funny story he was telling. With quiet patience, Hunter fixed the little girl’s bangs and ran his fingers through her hair.But in the hallway, someone stood frozen—watching the scene unfold with a heart tightening in silence.Joe.The teenage boy bit his lip, his eyes burning with unspoken fury. The interaction before him felt like someone stealing his family away. Hunter. Eliana. Olivia. Their laughter—it felt like a cruel joke.“I’m nobody in this house anymore…” he whispered bitterly.He turned around, dashed upstairs, and slammed the door. No one noticed he was gone.---Nightfall came quickly.Warm lights lit up the house. At the dining table, Olivia, Hunter, and Eliana shared a quiet dinner. Daniel was there too, helping reconfigure the home’s security system after the hospital video incident.“Where’s Jo
That morning, the air was still cold despite the sun climbing high in the sky. In the kitchen, Olivia was arranging breakfast with a faint smile. From time to time, she glanced at the living room, where Eliana was sitting on the carpet, playing puzzles with Hunter.Once, a scene like that had only existed in her imagination. But now—fragile as it was—she was beginning to believe that maybe, just maybe, a family like this could be whole again.Hunter, who was helping Eliana with the puzzle pieces, occasionally stole a glance at Olivia. His heart was warm, yet filled with resolve. He knew the time had come.He slowly stood up and walked over to the kitchen.“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked gently.Olivia turned to him, still wearing that faint smile. “Talk about what?”Hunter took a deep breath. “About us. I... I want to make things right, Liv. Not just as Eliana’s father. But also as the man who once hurt you.”Olivia’s face tightened.“I know it’s bold of me to ask. But I ca