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Author: Henry Writes
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Olivia's POV

The hours after the police left felt like drowning in slow motion. I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling tiles, counting the dots in each square to keep my mind from spiraling completely out of control. Forty-three dots per tile. Two hundred and fifty-eight tiles visible from where I lay. Eleven thousand and ninety-four dots total.

Numbers were safe. Numbers didn't lie or manipulate or throw themselves against walls to destroy your life.

The nurses avoided eye contact when they came to check my vitals. Word had spread quickly through the hospital, the crazy patient in room 314 who attacked a visitor. I could see it in their faces, the way they hurried through their tasks and left as quickly as possible.

Marcus had gone with Sophia to get her "injuries" properly documented. Before leaving, he'd squeezed my shoulder in what anyone watching would think was a loving gesture. But his fingers had dug in hard enough to leave marks.

"This could have all been avoided,"
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  • The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me    15

    POV: MarcusI leaned back in Olivia's leather chair, the one she'd picked out herself three years ago when the company hit its first million in quarterly profits. It fit me perfectly. Everything in this office would fit me perfectly soon enough.The mahogany desk gleamed under the morning light streaming through the floor to ceiling windows. Her nameplate still sat on the corner, "Olivia Collins, CEO," but I'd already ordered a replacement. By the end of today, this office, this company, everything would be mine.I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the news alerts. The video of Olivia slapping Sophia has been viewed over two million times now. The comments were even better than I'd hoped."She looks completely unhinged.""That poor woman didn't do anything!""And she's running a company? Scary."Perfect. Absolutely perfect.A knock at the door pulled me from my satisfaction. "Come in."James Wheeler entered, my family's lawyer, carrying his ever-present leather briefcase. Behin

  • The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me    14

    POV: OliviaThe phone felt like ice against my ear. My mother's voice, usually warm and welcoming, was cold enough to freeze my blood."We need to talk about what you've done."I gripped the edge of David's desk, my legs threatening to give out. "Mom, please, you have to listen to me. What happened wasn't..""Victoria showed me everything." Her voice was sharp, clipped. Each word felt like a slap. "The video. The police reports. The hospital records. I'm disgusted, Olivia. Absolutely disgusted."The betrayal cut deeper than any knife. "Mom, that video was edited. Sophia attacked herself and blamed me. I swear, if you just..""Don't lie to me!" Her voice rose, and I flinched. In all my years with this family, I'd never heard her yell at me like this. "I watched you hit that poor woman. I saw it with my own eyes.""You saw what they wanted you to see!" My voice cracked, desperation clawing at my throat. "Please, you've known me for twenty years. You know I wouldn't..""I thought I knew

  • The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me    13

    POV: OliviaThe leather chair in David's office felt cold beneath me, despite the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. I'd been sitting here for what felt like hours, watching David pace back and forth across the hardwood floor, his phone pressed against his ear. Each time he stopped to listen, my heart would leap into my throat, hoping for good news about the security footage.It was our last hope. The only thing that could prove Sophia had hurt herself, that I wasn't the violent, unhinged woman everyone now believed me to be."Yes, I understand," David said into the phone, his voice tight. "But when exactly did this.." He paused, his jaw clenching. "I see. And there's no backup? No cloud storage?"My hands twisted together in my lap, nails digging into my palms. Something was wrong. I could see it in the rigid set of David's shoulders, the way his free hand had curled into a fist at his side."That's convenient timing," David said, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. "A cata

  • The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me    12

    Olivia's POVThe hours after the police left felt like drowning in slow motion. I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling tiles, counting the dots in each square to keep my mind from spiraling completely out of control. Forty-three dots per tile. Two hundred and fifty-eight tiles visible from where I lay. Eleven thousand and ninety-four dots total.Numbers were safe. Numbers didn't lie or manipulate or throw themselves against walls to destroy your life.The nurses avoided eye contact when they came to check my vitals. Word had spread quickly through the hospital, the crazy patient in room 314 who attacked a visitor. I could see it in their faces, the way they hurried through their tasks and left as quickly as possible.Marcus had gone with Sophia to get her "injuries" properly documented. Before leaving, he'd squeezed my shoulder in what anyone watching would think was a loving gesture. But his fingers had dug in hard enough to leave marks."This could have all been avoided,"

  • The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me    11

    Sophia's POVPerfect. Absolutely perfect.I pressed my hand harder against my head, feeling the warm trickle of blood between my fingers. The impact against the wall had hurt more than I'd expected, but it was worth every bit of pain for this moment. The bruise was already forming beautifully, by tomorrow it would be a spectacular shade of purple that would photograph wonderfully for the police report."Someone call 911!" one of the nurses shouted as she rushed to my side. "Ma'am, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?"I blinked slowly, as if trying to focus. "Two," I whispered, making my voice shake. "I think... I think it's two.""That's right, honey. You're going to be okay. What's your name?""Sophia," I said, letting a tear slip down my cheek. "Sophia Dubois. I was just... I was just trying to bring flowers." I gestured weakly toward the white roses I'd carefully selected – Marcus had mentioned they were Olivia's favorites, though I knew perfectly well they weren't.

  • The Billionaire Husband Who Tried to Kill Me    10

    Olivia's POVThe taste of betrayal was bitter in my mouth as I watched Sophia pull away from Marcus, her lipstick perfectly intact while his was slightly smudged. She looked like a cat that had just caught the fattest mouse in the house."Sophia," Marcus said, his voice warm in a way it hadn't been for me in months. "You shouldn't have come. It's not safe for you here.""Safe?" She laughed, a sound like crystal bells that somehow managed to be both beautiful and sharp. "From what? From poor little Olivia lying helpless in her hospital bed?"I gripped the blanket tighter, my knuckles turning white. Every word out of her mouth felt like a slap, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had to. After what had just happened with the detective, I couldn't afford to lose control."Besides," Sophia continued, settling the white roses in a vase on my bedside table, "I wanted to see how she was doing. After all, we're going to be seeing so much less of each other soon."Marcus shot her a warning loo

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