Partner In Revenge

Jessica stumbled out of Ethan’s mansion, heels scraping loudly against the marble steps. Her hands were shaking, her breathing short and ragged. Panic twisted her stomach. Her mind was spinning.

“This can’t be real,” she whispered to herself.

Her makeup was ruined mascara smudged, lipstick smeared across her cheek. Her hair clung to her damp face as tears streamed down uncontrollably. She didn’t care who saw.

But the flashing lights made it worse.

Paparazzi were already gathered by the gates. Cameras clicked. Reporters shouted.

“Jessica! What do you have to say about Ethan’s marriage to Olivia Monroe?”

“Are you the ex wife… or the fake one?”

“Is it true you forged documents to stay in Ethan’s life?”

“Did you lie about being married to him?”

Jessica screamed at them, eyes wild. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

One flash. Then another. The lights felt like needles in her eyes.

“Miss Rivers, were you ever actually married to him or just imagining it?”

Something inside her snapped.

She grabbed a heavy flower vase from the porch and threw it. It smashed near the gate, and reporters scattered, gasping and ducking. One dropped his camera.

Jessica screamed louder. “GET AWAY FROM ME! ALL OF YOU!”

Inside the mansion, Olivia stood by the tall window, arms folded, eyes calm. Her expression didn’t change. She didn’t flinch. She watched Jessica break down like someone watching the final scene of a show they had already seen before.

Ethan stood behind her, stunned. He had seen Olivia angry before but this version of her was different.

“You planned this,” he said slowly. “Didn’t you?”

Olivia turned slightly, her voice cool. “I didn’t have to plan anything. Jessica just gave me the opportunity.”

“You set her up.”

“No,” Olivia replied, walking toward the desk. “She set herself up. I just gave the world the truth.”

Ethan followed her gaze as she opened a thick folder. Inside were copies of Jessica’s fake marriage certificate, doctored honeymoon photos, and the most damning of all hospital records from a private psychiatric facility in Switzerland. It showed Jessica had been admitted years ago for delusional disorder, paranoia, and emotional instability.

“You found her records?”

“She escaped the facility. Claimed she was fine. You covered it up,” Olivia said, staring him down. “But now I have the proof.”

Ethan looked sick. “And what will you do with them?”

“I’ve already sent copies to three reporters,” Olivia said, picking up her phone. “I told them not to publish yet. But once I say the word…”

“Olivia,” he said, rubbing his forehead, “this could ruin her for life.”

“She ruined herself the moment she lied about being your wife.”

He stepped closer. “And what about you? This isn’t just about Jessica anymore. You’re becoming someone else.”

“I know right not the naive girl you once knew anymore,” Olivia said You told me to fix a problem now I’m fixing it..

Later that evening, in a dark study lit only by a desk lamp, Jessica sat across from her father curled up on a leather couch, her hands shaking. Her mascara had dried into dark stains on her cheeks.

Richard Rivers, a powerful and feared businessman. His presence alone could silence an entire room.

Jessica was sobbing again. “Dad, she humiliated me. Ethan let her walk all over me.”

He didn’t respond right away. He walked to the bar, poured himself a drink, and then turned to her while sipping scotch from a crystal glass.

“I told you not to get too deep with Ethan,” he said firmly. “You didn’t listen.”

“She ruined me. I’m a joke now. The press is going to tear me apart, She made me look crazy.”

“You don’t need help looking crazy,” he said bluntly. “You’re off your meds again, aren’t you?”

Jessica looked away, biting her lip.

He leaned forward, his eyes sharp. “Jessica, listen carefully. You need to take your medication. You do not want your condition to spiral again. Don’t make me admit you back into that clinic, sweetheart.”

She wiped her face. “You’re not angry?”

“I am. But not at her.” He stood. “I’m going to handle Olivia Monroe myself.”

The next morning.

A quiet café outside the city. Olivia sat alone at a private booth, dressed in black. Her sunglasses covered her eyes, but the coldness in her posture spoke louder than words while sipping her espresso, She knew he would come they both agreed to meet.

Richard Rivers arrived exactly on time, dressed in all black, smelling of money and power. He didn’t bother with fake smiles.

He sat across from her.

“Thank you for meeting me,” he said, his voice low but firm, My daughter is unstable But she’s still my daughter.”

Olivia nodded slowly. “And Ethan still let her pretend to be his wife for six years.”

Richard smirked. “I know what Ethan did to you, Olivia. The miscarriage. The hospital photos. The silence. The cover up, That pain doesn’t disappear.”

He slid a thin envelope across the table. Inside were printed photos of Olivia from six years ago, in a hospital gown, blood staining the sheets. A miscarriage report. Discharge summary. Her name in bold.

Olivia didn’t touch the envelope.

“Where did you get this?” she asked coldly.

“I have these,” Richard said. “Imagine what would happen if they went public. Your brand. Your reputation. Your investors.”

Olivia’s fingers curled tightly around her cup. Her voice was sharp. “If that gets out, my brand dies. My company has a morality clause. I’ll lose everything I built.”

“I’m not going to leak it,” Richard said. “Unless you force my hand.”

She met his eyes. “Is this blackmail?”

“No,” he said softly. “It’s a partnership.”

He leaned forward. “Let’s destroy Ethan together. You want revenge. I want my daughter’s life back. Let her play house with him a little longer. It’s only fair he made her believe in a fantasy. Let her pretend a while more, then we end him together.”

Olivia stared at him in silence for a long time.

Then she said:

“No partner in crime. But maybe… a partner in revenge.”