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The Hollow Man

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Ethan came home just after dawn.

Silent.

Cold.

Moving like a man who had forgotten what it meant to be human.

Olivia watched him from the kitchen doorway. He didn’t see her at first. He walked past her like she was air, heading straight for the sink to wash his hands. The water turned black around his fingers for a second before clearing.

Her heart dropped.

“Ethan?” she asked softly.

He didn’t answer.

He just kept washing, staring at nothing, jaw clenched, shoulders tight.

“Ethan,” she said again, stepping closer, “look at me.”

He lifted his head.

His eyes were normal, brown, familiar, but something behind them was gone. Hollow. Like a door inside him had closed and locked from the outside.

Olivia felt a chill crawl up her spine.

“Where were you last night?” she asked.

“Out,” he said flatly.

“Out where?”

“Does it matter?”

That hit her harder than she expected. Ethan never dismissed her. Not even when they were broken. Not even in their darkest seasons.

“Yes,” she said. “It matters.”

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  • The First Wife’s Revenge    After The Smoke

    Weeks later, the world believes Olivia died. Ethan roams, haunted by her voice.The public statement went out forty eight hours after the fire.A clean, corporate, sanitized press release drafted by one of Ethan’s executives. “Tragic accident.” “Structural collapse.” “Failure of old wiring.” “No survivors found.”The estate was reduced to ash. Olivia’s ring was the only identifiable object recovered.The world moved on because that was what the world did.Ethan did not.The first week after the fire, Ethan barely spoke. He moved through operations like a ghost with a job title. Meetings, reports, decisions, he executed all of them with a robotic efficiency that made his board whisper.He didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t stop long enough to let grief catch him.His CFO entered his office on day four with a stack of documents.“Ethan, these require your signature.”He signed without reading.“Are you sure you're okay?” the CFO asked softly.Ethan looked up with hollow eyes. “Deliverable

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The White Fire

    The estate felt different that morning.Too quiet.Too heavy.Too still, like the house itself was holding its breath.Ethan walked through the west wing without blinking, eyes unfocused, steps unsteady. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t even changed his blood stained shirt.He didn’t care.All he cared about was one thing.“Where is she?” Ethan asked the guards stationed by the ruined ritual room.They looked terrified.“She, she’s inside, sir. But you shouldn’t,”Ethan pushed the door open anyway.The moment he crossed the threshold, a wave of heat blew past him.Not normal heat.Not fire heat.Something else.Something alive.Something dangerous.The entire chamber glowed faintly white, like the inside of a dying star. The floor was cracked. The air shimmered. The walls sweated light.And in the center, Olivia stood barefoot, staring at her own hands like she didn’t recognize them.Her skin glowed faintly.White veins pulsed up her arms, glowing brighter with each heartb

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Stillbirth

    The silence after the knife fell was not real silence.It was the wrong kind of quiet, the kind that comes after an explosion.A quiet made of shock.A quiet made of broken things.A quiet made of a choice Ethan would never be able to take back.The ritual lights dimmed all at once. The circle cracked under Olivia’s body, glowing for a brief moment before fading like dying embers. The pulse of energy that had filled the room only minutes before vanished.Ethan didn’t move at first.He stood frozen, breath shallow, blade still lowered in his trembling hand, staring at the ritual that had demanded too much from him.His chest rose and fell in uneven waves, like he was drowning in air.The Oracle watched him in tense, unreadable stillness. Her expression didn’t change. She had seen a hundred rituals. A thousand sacrifices. This was nothing new for her.But for Ethan, It was the end of something he would never rebuild.“Ethan…” The Oracle said softly. “It is done.”He didn’t react.Could

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Choice

    Ethan felt the shift in the room the moment he crossed the threshold.The air went heavy, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The candles flickered in rigid lines around the ritual circle, illuminating Olivia’s body laid out on the marble floor. Not moving. Barely breathing. Her skin looked too pale, her pulse almost invisible, her chest lifting only by habit, not by strength.“Olivia,”Ethan dropped to his knees beside her, voice already cracking. “Stay with me. Stay with me, okay?”Her eyes opened, slow, tired, unfocused.She tried to speak but no sound came. She had already lost too much energy. Too much life. And the child, their unborn daughter, pulled at her from inside, draining her faster than any spell.Behind them, the High Oracle adjusted her hood, her voice calm, clinical, as if she were delivering quarterly projections instead of life or death ultimatums.“She is collapsing,” the Oracle said. “You are out of time.”Ethan clenched his jaw. “Then save her.”

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Womb Of Shadows

    Olivia felt the world tilt long before her knees hit the ground.One moment she was standing in the corridor of the estate. Ethan’s old wing, the one she’d avoided for months, and the next, her vision dissolved into a storm of black sparks. The walls folded inward. The floor went soft. Something inside her chest cracked like thin glass.She didn’t scream.She didn’t even breathe.She simply… fell.The world behind her vanished, and the world ahead of her opened like a pair of ancient doors.She landed on soft earth.Not carpet.Not marble.Not anything human-made.The air tasted like smoke and wildflowers. Cold mist drifted over her skin. When she pushed herself up, her hands sank into soil, dark, rich, and warm, as if recently touched by fire.“Where am I?” she whispered.The sky above her was a swirling twilight, neither night nor day. Stars flickered like dying embers. A massive tree stood in the distance, its roots twisted into the shape of a cradle.Olivia’s heartbeat slowed.She

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Lover’s War

    The night felt like a pressure chamber.Olivia stood in the center of the suite, staring at the man who used to anchor her sanity. Ethan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, expression blank, to blank. His silence wasn’t neutral. It was a strategy. A shutdown. A disengagement protocol designed to keep her out.He used to look at her like she was oxygen.Now he looked at her like she was a malfunction.“Say something,” she whispered.Ethan didn’t move. “I’m collecting data.”That tone, corporate cold, defensive, robotic, cut straight through her.“No,” she said. “You’re hiding.”His jaw tightened. “If you came here to launch an emotional audit, Olivia, I’m not participating.”She sucked in a sharp breath. He wasn’t just distant. He was weaponized.“Jessica did something to you,” Olivia said. “Don’t pretend she didn’t. I can feel the gap between us like a ripped seam.”Ethan pushed off the wall with slow, predatory calm. “You’re making assumptions. Building narratives that don’t

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