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2025-09-14 23:41:55Olivia's POV
“Damn!” I cursed as I tried to get up, but my ankle wouldn’t let me. Murmurs erupted in the crowd as everyone pointed fingers at me and openly mocked me. “I always knew there’s no love in their marriage.” “True, I heard she seduced Marcus and forced him to marry her.” “She is just a desperate bitch!” Those were some of the words people were saying about me. I ignored them, as my main focus was to get myself to the hospital. Defending myself to them wouldn’t change the fact that Macus doesn’t love me. I retrieved my phone from my purse and called Jane, my best friend, to come take me to the hospital. > > > > > > > Jane and I arrived at the hospital late. It was already 9:20 p.m. The ER was quiet because there’s usually no rush at this time. “Look, Oliv, isn’t that your husband?” Jane asked, pointing at Macus, who was holding onto another woman—Sophia. I sighed. “Let’s go get my legs treated,” I said. We left there to go see a doctor. My leg and minor wounds were treated. The doctor said my ankle was badly injured, so he made me wear a cast. “You should be more careful, especially when you are working,” the doctor advised. “Thank you, doctor,” I said and left his office. Just when we were out of the office, we bumped into Marcus and Sophia. Macus looked surprised to see me. “What are you doing here, Oliv?” he asked, subconsciously standing in front of Sophia, shielding her from me as if I’d attack her. I was hurt by that action but quickly waved off that emotion. “Did you forget that your sister pushed me off the balcony?” I asked him. Marcus looked down at my leg. Remorse flashed in his eyes when he saw the cast, but Sophia's words made the remorse vanish in a second. “Come on, that was just an accident. It’s not a big deal,” she said. “Not a big deal? How about I take you to a balcony and make you fall from there?” I fired back, anger brewing inside me. “You…” I ignored her and faced Jane. “Let’s go. I don’t have time for dramas.” Jane nodded. We turned around and approached the exit door. “Did you see that? She disrespected me,” I heard Sophia whining to Marcus. “Hold on!” he called. “Apologize to her,” he said to me. I looked around, pretending like I was looking for something. “Who should I apologize to?” “Sophia,” he replied. “She was involved in a fatal accident on her way from the airport. She hasn’t recovered yet. Don’t spoil her mood because it’ll affect her recovery.” My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what he just said, but there was absolutely no sense in it. Besides, Sophia doesn’t look like she was in a fatal accident. Truly, love is blind! “Apologize now,” Marcus said. Sophia was staring with a victorious smirk. I simply scoffed. “No.” I turned away from them. Jane and I left the hospital without giving them a second glance. > > > > > > > >The Next Morning< I woke up to my phone beeping. I looked at the other side of the bed and rolled my eyes when I realized Marcus didn’t come home last night. My phone wouldn’t stop beeping, so I reached for it. A message from Sophia popped up, and it read: How did it feel seeing the man you love abandon you for another woman? Did you like my surprise? Attached to the message was a photo of Sophia and Marcus in bed. Marcus was sleeping with his head resting on Sophia's chest. Before I could get the time to feel hurt, the door pushed open and Marcus came in. “Hey, baby, you’re awake!” he said, rushing to me with a smile. He sat by my side on the bed and started caressing my face. I smiled when I saw Sophia's red lipstick on his cheek, but he thought I was smiling at him. “I’m sorry about last night,” he said, his voice calm and apologetic. “I was just confused by everything that’s been happening. Sophia came back suddenly, and she was involved in an accident. I was just going crazy.” Crazy for the love of his life. Unfortunately, that’s not me. “I realized that my actions humiliated you last night. I heard some rumors about you, and I’d like to clear them up. So, I’m hosting another party tonight, and I’ve sent the invitations out. Get ready and attend it. I’ll make sure I debunk all the rumors,” he said. I could only smile as I listened to him speak. He had no idea I came back to the hospital to retrieve my phone last night and overheard him and Natalie talking. They want to use this opportunity to humiliate me more. “Wear something nice. I want you to show everyone that you’re the queen of my empire!” he winked at me. “Really? You’ll debunk the rumors?” I asked. “Yes. I can’t sit back and let people talk trash about you,” he answered with a serious expression, as if he were offended thinking about the rumors. “Okay. I’ll come. Just send me the address.” “Great.” He planted a kiss on my forehead before exiting the room. What a pretentious imp….
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The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me Epilogue
Olivia's POVThe wedding was small, the way I always knew it would be, once I finally understood what I actually wanted instead of what I had once been taught a life was supposed to look like.We held it in the garden behind the foundation, under the same jacaranda trees that had grown taller in the two years since we planted them, their purple blossoms scattered across the grass the way they had been the first morning I found my mother's grave. I had asked for that on purpose. I wanted her there, in whatever way she could be, on the one day I most wished she could stand beside me."You look like you're about to cry before we've even started," Victoria said, adjusting the collar of my dress with hands that were steadier now than they had ever been when we were girls competing for the same scraps of attention."I might cry the whole way through," I admitted. "I've stopped trying to control that.""Good," she said. "It suits you better than the version of you who used to pretend everyth
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Olivia's POVHe was too quiet while he did the dishes, and that was how I knew something was different.David was never quiet like that. He talked while he worked, ran commentary on whatever show was playing, complained cheerfully about the state of the kitchen sponge. That night he stood at the sink with his sleeves pushed up and said almost nothing at all, and I sat on the counter behind him swinging my feet and watching the tense line of his shoulders with growing curiosity."You're being strange," I said."I'm washing dishes.""You're being strange while washing dishes."He turned around, drying his hands on the towel slowly, and there was something in his face I had learned to recognize over the months we had spent building this life together, quiet, careful nervousness dressed up as calm. I had seen that exact expression once before, on a rooftop, right before he kissed me for the first time."David," I said, sliding off the counter. "What is it."He did not answer right away. H
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David's POVThe box arrived at my apartment on a Tuesday, small and unremarkable, and I stood in the kitchen holding it for a full minute before I found the nerve to open it.It was not the ring itself that made my hands unsteady. I had chosen that weeks earlier, a simple band with a single stone, nothing like the ostentatious jewelry Marcus used to drape across Olivia like armor plating. I had chosen it specifically because it did not look like anything Marcus would have chosen, because I wanted her to see it and think of nothing except the two of us, no shadow of the old life lingering anywhere near it.What made my hands unsteady was the quiet certainty sitting underneath the decision. I had spent eleven years building a career around careful, measured choices, weighing risk against reward in every direction before I ever committed to anything. This was the first decision of my adult life I had made without needing to weigh it at all.I put the box in the drawer of my nightstand an
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Emmanuel's POVThe ribbon was blue, which seemed like an odd detail to remember clearly on a day that held so much else, but I remembered it precisely because Olivia had insisted on it, saying blue was the color of the sky the morning she visited her mother's grave for the first time.We stood together in front of a modest building on the edge of the city, nothing like the towering glass headquarters my other holdings occupied. This one was low and warm looking, red brick with large windows, a garden already planted along the front where children could sit if they wanted to. Olivia had insisted on the garden too. Somewhere for kids to keep their own boxes of stones, she had told me once, without anyone telling them it was childish."The Osei Collins Foundation for Family Safety," the sign above the door read, and I had argued gently with her over that name, suggesting it should carry only her name, since the work itself belonged entirely to her vision. She had refused."It carries bot
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Victoria's POVMy daughter arrived at two in the morning, loud from the very first breath, and I laughed through the pain of it because some part of me had already known she would be exactly that.Jerome held my hand through all of it, his face pale with a kind of fear I had never seen on him before, the specific terror of a man who had learned, only months earlier, the full truth of what the woman he loved had done and had chosen to stay anyway. He had cried when I finally told him everything, not gentle tears, the kind that came from somewhere deep and frightened, and then he had wiped his face and asked me one simple question. What do you need from me now.I had not known how to answer him that night. I knew how to answer him now, watching him hold our daughter for the first time, his whole body curved protectively around her tiny weight."She has your stubborn chin," I told him."She has your lungs," he said, wincing slightly as she cried again, and I laughed properly this time,
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