All Chapters of The First Wife’s Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The rain had not stopped since morning. It pounded the old windows of Olivia’s family home as if the sky itself wanted to drown out her thoughts. She stood in her late mother’s study, a room that always felt too quiet since the funeral. The smell of lavender perfume still lingered faintly in the curtains, as if her mother’s ghost had brushed past them only moments before.Olivia had been searching through boxes stacked neatly against the wall. At first, they were ordinary things, old photographs, school report cards, folded dresses carefully kept from moths. But at the very bottom of one trunk, beneath yellowed sheets, her fingers had touched something strange.It was a black leather, bound book. Its cover was scratched but strong, the edges stitched with red thread. On the front, pressed into the leather, was a symbol she had never seen before, a crescent moon crossed by three arrows.Her breath caught. Something about the symbol made her skin prickle. It looked like it belonged in o

Olivia could feel her heartbeat in her throat as she sat in the white, cold waiting room of the clinic. The walls seemed to close in around her. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound, steady and sharp like a knife in the silence.On her lap was a thick white envelope. Inside it were the DNA results that could make her trust Ethan or not. Her fingers pressed tightly on the edge of the paper, but she couldn’t open it. Not yet.She remembered the look on Jessica’s face when she had last spoken to her. The smirk. The words whispered like poison.“What if Ethan is the father, Olivia? What if he is mine as much as yours?”The thought had burned inside her ever since. Ethan had denied it, yes. But doubt had a cruel way of planting itself in the heart. Olivia needed truth. She needed proof.“Mrs. Henderson?” The nurse’s soft voice broke her thoughts.Olivia jumped. “Yes?”The nurse held a small smile. “You can use the private room if you want to read in peace.”Olivia nodded and s

The rain came down that night, tapping softly against the tall glass windows of the old family estate. Olivia sat alone in the dim library, her eyes fixed on the fireplace, where flames danced like restless spirits. The shadows in the room felt heavier than ever. Secrets had filled these walls for decades, and tonight, one was about to break free.It was Alfred, the family’s butler, who walked in silently. His steps were careful, his back bent with age, but his eyes were sharp, carrying the weight of a man who had seen too much.“Mrs. Olivia,” he said in his low voice. “There is something you must know.”Olivia turned to him, her heart already uneasy. “What is it, Alfred?”The butler hesitated. For years he had been silent, loyal to the family, bound by a promise made long ago. But promises rot with time, and truth has a way of pushing through the cracks. He looked at Olivia with trembling lips.“I was there the night the vow was made. I saw it with my own eyes.”Olivia froze. “What

The storm had passed, leaving the house damp and heavy with silence. Olivia barely slept. Her discovery of her mother’s torn spell page, the truth about the divorce, and the staged gunshot haunted her dreams. She woke to shadows that seemed to move on their own, to whispers that clung to her skin.The world she thought she knew had broken. But the pieces were not yet finished cutting her.That morning, she returned to the attic. She told herself she needed more, more of her mother’s words, more answers hidden in old trunks and forgotten shelves. She could not rely on Ethan’s version of truth anymore.Dust swirled in the beam of her flashlight. She pushed aside cracked picture frames, winter coats eaten by moths, boxes of old letters. Then, tucked inside a wooden chest carved with strange symbols, she found another secret.It was not clothes this time, nor a photograph. It was a leather bound book wrapped in red ribbon. The ribbon was stained darker in places, as though it had once bee

The invitation was not written in ink.It was carved into red wax and sealed with a crest, Olivia had never seen before, a ring of thorns twisted around a silver flame. The note was short,“The court of the vow convenes. You are called.”Her hands trembled as she read it. She had heard whispers of the blood vow families, the ancient pact that bound her life to Ethan’s in ways neither of them fully understood. But whispers were one thing. A secret court? That was something else.When Ethan read it, his jaw tightened. “They’re real,” he said quietly. “I thought it was just legend. But this…this means they’ve been watching us. Waiting.”“And now they’ve called a trial,” Olivia whispered. “A trial for what?”“For us.”The court convened in a hidden chapel deep under the city. The air smelled of stone, smoke, and centuries of secrets. Candles flickered, casting shadows across faces Olivia did not know but felt she had seen in dreams.The families sat in a circle. Men and women draped in bl