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The Morning Storm
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2025-08-05 23:34:39
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The First Wife’s Revenge The Board’s Trap
The morning came gray and cold, the kind of light that makes the city feel hollow. Olivia hadn’t slept. She sat in her office with a mug of untouched coffee and Ethan’s blood stained wedding ring on her desk. It glimmered in the weak light like something alive.The headlines were already spinning online: ETHAN HENDERSON UNDER INVESTIGATION. CEO’S WIFE UNDER SCRUTINY.Her assistant, Cara, entered quietly. “They’ve called another board meeting. Everyone’s waiting.”Olivia didn’t look up. “Who called it?”“Hayes.”That name tasted sour in her mouth. Hayes, the man who’d offered sympathy, who had told her don’t let them make you doubt yourself.She slipped the ring into her pocket and stood. “Tell them I’m on my way.”The corridors of the top floor felt colder than usual. Glass walls reflected her image, pale skin, dark circles, eyes that no longer looked sure of anything. She passed employees whispering near the elevators. Conversations stopped when she looked their way.When she entered
The First Wife’s Revenge The Shadow Games
Olivia didn’t sleep. She sat on the edge of her bed until morning broke, pale light crawling across her apartment floor. Her body was frozen, her mind spinning. The air still smelled faintly of Jessica’s perfume, that sickly, sweet floral scent that lingered like a haunting.By 7a.m., she was back at the office. The elevator’s mirrored walls trapped her reflection from every angle, dozens of versions of her, each one a little off, like strangers sharing her face.She needed to focus. Jessica was alive. Real. And she was playing games again, cruel, calculated, invisible.As the elevator doors opened, Olivia stepped out into the quiet corridor. The company’s security detail stood stiff near the entrance, eyes darting between her and the main conference room.“Everything all right?” she asked one of them.“Uh, yes, ma’am. There was… someone asking for you earlier,” the guard said. “She didn’t sign in.”Olivia’s chest tightened. “What did she look like?”The guard hesitated. “Dark hair. R
The First Wife’s Revenge The Mask
The office smelled of static and fear. Olivia sat before three screens, the video looping again and again, her, entering the company vault at 2:14 a.m., her hair pulled back, her own coat on her shoulders, her own hand pressing her keycard to the door scanner.Every time she watched it, her breath hitched. Her movements looked deliberate, confident. She even turned to look straight into the camera and smiled.The video was clean. Too clean.She’d never been there. Not that night. Not at that hour. She remembered falling asleep on her couch with papers on her lap, exhaustion swallowing her whole. Or had she?The IT head, Martin, stood beside her desk, hands jammed into his pockets. His face stayed neutral, but his eyes didn’t meet hers.“It’s real, Mrs, Henderson ,” he said. “Metadata checks out. No signs of tampering. Timestamp, location, access logs… everything matches.”Olivia turned to him. “You’re saying I broke into my own company vault.”“I’m saying… someone using your card did.
The First Wife’s Revenge The Betrayal
Olivia hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ethan’s empty cell, the cold cot, the blank walls, the folded note that read Trust no one.She had repeated the words all night like a curse, pacing through her penthouse until dawn broke across the skyline.Now, standing in the elevator that carried her up to the forty second floor of Shaw Industries, she looked like the ghost of the woman who had once run the company’s PR department with calm authority. Her hands shook slightly. Her reflection in the mirror walls didn’t seem entirely hers anymore.When the elevator doors slid open, the first thing she noticed was the silence. Usually, the floor buzzed with activity, calls, meetings, footsteps, but now, people avoided her eyes. Conversations stopped when she walked past.She felt them watching. Waiting for her to crumble.Her assistant, a thin woman named Cara, approached cautiously, holding a tablet against her chest. “Mrs. Henderson, the board requested your presence. Imm
The First Wife’s Revenge The Empty Cell
The holding facility didn’t look like a prison. Not on the surface. It was too clean, too clinical. White walls stretched endlessly down long corridors, lined with steel doors. Cameras followed every step, their small red lights blinking like unblinking eyes. Olivia felt them burning into her back as the guard led her deeper inside.Her heels echoed in the silence. She hadn’t slept. She hadn’t eaten more than a bite of toast in the last thirty six hours. But she walked tall. She had to.The guard stopped at the final door, pressed a code, and it clicked open.“Ten minutes,” he said flatly.She nodded, even as her stomach twisted.The door opened, and there was Ethan.He sat on the edge of the cot, head in his hands, his suit rumpled, his once, commanding presence dimmed under the fluorescent light. He looked up when she entered, his eyes bloodshot but blazing.“Olivia.” His voice cracked with desperation. He stood quickly, stumbling toward her, stopped only by the invisible weight of
The First Wife’s Revenge The Setup
Olivia didn’t sleep that night.Her mind replayed the scene in the boardroom over and over like a broken film reel, Ethan being dragged out mid sentence, his voice cut short, the board’s cold stares, the whispers, and finally, the paper with her name typed neatly as “interim CEO.”It felt like a trap.She had fought too hard, lost too much, to let anyone shove her into a role built on betrayal. Yet the board seemed too prepared, too rehearsed. They hadn’t just moved against Ethan, they’d planned every angle.And maybe, just maybe, they had planned for her too. The boardroom still smelled of Ethan’s cologne. It lingered in the air, sharp and expensive, a reminder of the man dragged away only hours earlier. His chair sat empty at the head of the long mahogany table, the leather dented from where his body had been. Olivia stood just inside the doorway, her chest tight, every eye on her.The men and women seated around the polished table did not look shaken. They did not look sorry. Some
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