Olivia’s Jealousy

Cathleen stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the reflection of her thick, jet-black hair that cascaded down to her waist. It was one of the few things she knew about herself—everything else, including her husband, Xavier, was a mystery. She didn't want to give him the wrong impression of her lack of knowledge, but she had agreed to marry him and sign the marriage contract nonetheless. "I can't be late for work today," she muttered to herself as she made her way from the bedroom to her study.

As she settled into her chair, she pulled out the contract that Xavier had drafted and placed it on her desk. A sense of unease washed over her as she opened the document, but before she could start reading, she remembered she needed some caffeine to fully wake up. She descended the stairs to make herself a cup of coffee before returning to her study and resuming her seat on the plush couch. With trepidation, she began to read through the words scrawled by her alleged husband, tryin