All Chapters of The First Wife’s Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SIX YEARS LATER..Six years had passed since Olivia walked away from the mansion, leaving behind the pain, betrayal, and heartbreak that once consumed her. In those six years, she had rebuilt herself from the ground up. She was no longer the desperate woman who once cried herself to sleep hoping for Ethan’s love.Today, Olivia stood tall as the powerful CEO of her own fashion empire a brand that had taken the world by storm with its bold designs and fierce message of independence. Her name was known in every fashion capital, from Paris to Milan to New York. Magazines called her ‘’ unstoppable’’ and every red carpet wanted her creations.Olivia had changed. Everything had changed.She wasn’t the soft, naïve woman who once pleaded for scraps of attention. Ethan’s Office, At Night..The city lights flickered through the tall windows of Ethan’s office, casting long shadows across the room. He sat behind his desk, a half finished glass of whiskey in his hand, but it hadn’t moved in minute

The morning sun spilled through the tall glass windows of Ethan’s mansion, bathing everything in gold. The marble floors gleamed. The chandelier sparkled. The artwork stood proudly on the walls. But Olivia didn’t care about any of it. She sat calmly in the center of the living room like it belonged to her, because slowly, piece by piece, it did. Wrapped in a silk cream robe, her legs crossed, she sipped her coffee as if she had done it here every morning of her life. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen. TRANSFER COMPLETE. Spain estate Paris apartment Milan penthouse $20 million wired to CHASE, Olivia Monroe Castillo A slow, knowing smile curved on her lips. She didn’t blink when Ethan walked in, looking like he hadn’t slept. His shirt was half tucked, tie loose around his neck. His hair was messy. His guilt showed in every step. He paused when he saw her. “You’re up early.” “And I’m sorry about last night,” he added, voice low. “I crossed a line I shouldn’t

Ethan was still in the hospital, recovering from the gunshot wound.The doctors said he was lucky. The bullet had missed his heart by an inch.Olivia hadn’t been able to get the image out of her mind, him lying there, pale, weak, bleeding.But she also couldn’t forget what Jessica had said the day before.“He married me first. I just got sick during the ceremony.”Those words played in her head like a broken record.She wanted to ask Ethan about it, but every time she went to see him, the nurse or doctor would say, “He needs rest.”So she kept her distance, waiting for the right moment.On the third day after the shooting, Olivia walked into his hospital room with a bowl of soup.She froze at the door.Jessica was already there.Sitting at Ethan’s bedside.Her hand resting on his.Ethan didn’t pull away.“Olivia,” Jessica said sweetly, looking up. “You brought soup? How thoughtful.”Olivia clenched her jaw. “What are you doing here?”Jessica tilted her head like an innocent child. “I

The sound of rain tapped gently against the large windows of Ethan’s study. Olivia stood by the door, arms crossed, her body tense. She had come here to discuss lawyers, divorce papers, and splitting property. What she hadn’t expected was the fire in Ethan’s eyes when he looked at her.It wasn’t the look of a man ready to let go.It was the look of a man ready for war and maybe something else.“Sit down, Olivia,” Ethan said quietly, his voice heavy.“No, thank you. This won’t take long,” she replied, keeping her distance.She thought he looked pale, still recovering from his accident, but he sat upright, shoulders broad, jaw tight, looking every bit like the man who once owned her heart. She hated that her chest tightened seeing him like this.“I don’t want lawyers involved,” Ethan said. “We can settle things ourselves.”Olivia laughed coldly. “That’s rich, coming from the man who couldn’t stay faithful for one year of marriage. You made this mess. Don’t expect me to clean it up for y

Olivia thought she had already seen the worst of Ethan. The accident, the lies, the mistress who had moved into her home, the endless manipulation, it all had pushed her to the edge of her sanity. But nothing prepared her for what she discovered next. It began on a rainy evening. The mansion was silent except for the sound of drops hitting the tall windows. Ethan was asleep in the guest room, drugged on painkillers for his injuries. Jessica had gone out, probably to one of her secret meetings. Olivia used that silence as a weapon. Silence meant freedom. Silence meant searching. She went back to his study. The one room that still smelled like him: cedarwood, leather, and faint traces of whiskey. Her hands shook as she opened the drawers of his desk. She had already found one USB weeks ago, filled with shocking documents about hidden money, contracts, and evidence of his affair. But tonight, her instincts told her there was more. Ethan was a man who thrived on control. Men like that d