Semua Bab The First Wife’s Revenge : Bab 31 - Bab 40

The gunshot echoed through the church like thunder. Olivia’s ears rang as she dropped to the floor, clutching her bleeding arm. Her chest heaved, waiting for the pain of the bullet to follow. But it didn’t.She blinked through the haze. Ethan stood above her, staggering, his cane fallen at his feet. Smoke curled from Jessica’s gun.“Ethan…” Olivia whispered.Blood spread across his side. He had taken the bullet for her.His face twisted in pain, but his eyes never left Jessica. “Run,” he rasped. “Olivia, run.”Jessica laughed, the sound sharp and chilling in the ruined church. She stepped closer, her gun still raised, her smile too wide. “Oh, don’t listen to him. He doesn’t even remember what’s real anymore.”Olivia scrambled backward on her hands, her pulse racing. “Stay away from us.”Jessica tilted her head, her gaze flicking between Ethan and Olivia. “Us? That’s funny. Because as far as I know, there was never an ‘us.’”Olivia froze.Jessica’s smile sharpened. “What marriage, Oliv

Olivia stared at the glowing words on the laptop screen; Chapter Four, Olivia Dies.Her hands trembled so badly she could barely shut the lid. The sound of it snapping closed felt like a gunshot in the silent house. For a long time, she just sat there, her pulse pounding in her ears, afraid to move, afraid to breathe.Jessica had been here. She knew it now. Jessica had touched her computer, read her words, mocked her by rewriting them.And then the phone call.Stories can kill.The words burned inside her skull.Footsteps shuffled behind her. Ethan appeared in the doorway, wearing yesterday’s shirt, his hair mussed, his eyes hazy. He looked like a man who had just woken from a nightmare.“Why are you shaking?” he asked softly.Olivia swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. “She was here.”His face darkened. “Jessica?”Olivia nodded.Ethan leaned against the frame, his body sagging. He looked weaker than usual, as if the weight of memory itself was pulling him apart. “She’s ev

Olivia sat in the living room, clutching her coffee cup even though it had long gone cold. The shadows in the corners of the house seemed heavier than usual, pressing in. Every creak of the wooden floor, every groan of the pipes, made her jump. She was exhausted, but her mind refused to rest.Jessica’s face lingered in her thoughts, the tears, the soft “I don’t remember” act, the vacant eyes that somehow felt too rehearsed. Was it real? Or another performance? And Ethan, sitting at Jessica’s side, rubbing her back gently, his expression unreadable.Olivia squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to believe her husband. She wanted to believe he wasn’t part of Jessica’s lies. But lately, nothing made sense. Each day brought a new twist, a new reveal, a new piece of evidence that contradicted the last.She opened her notebook, the one she used for everything now. Pages filled with notes, questions, half formed timelines. Arrows connecting events. Scribbles that sometimes didn’t even look like

Olivia couldn’t move. Ethan’s words kept echoing in her head. We chose you.Not “I.” We?Her skin crawled. She lay still, pretending to sleep, until his breathing steadied. Then she slipped out of bed, her feet bare on the cold floor. Her hands shook as she grabbed her notebook. She wrote the words quickly, in bold, messy strokes,We chose you.Then she stared at the sentence until the letters blurred.The next morning, Olivia found Ethan in the kitchen, whistling softly as he poured coffee. The sound was too normal, too light, like nothing had happened.“Sleep well?” he asked, smiling.She forced a nod, even though she hadn’t slept at all.He handed her a mug, his fingers brushing hers. Warmth against her skin. But instead of comfort, it sent chills through her.She left the house as soon as she could, telling him she needed fresh air. She didn’t go to the library this time. She went to her old childhood home, the one still standing across town, though she hadn’t visited in years.Th

At Olivia’s window, she sat at her desk, her notebook open in front of her, the words she had scrawled in messy black ink staring back like wounds.“Did I ever really marry Ethan?”Her own handwriting mocked her. She had written the question in a half dream state, unable to shake Jessica’s voice from her head. You imagined it. You wanted him so badly, you made it all up.Olivia pressed her hands to her temples. “No,” she whispered. “That’s not true. I have photos. I have a ring.”But the ring felt heavy on her finger, almost like it belonged to someone else. The photos she had… she remembered flipping through them and wondering why Ethan’s eyes never seemed to meet the camera. Why Jessica’s shadow lingered in the corners of so many frames.And now Ethan, his strange moments of forgetting. His blank stares, his muttered phrases that made no sense. Early dementia? Or something darker, was he pretending to forget, to cover what he knew?The walls seemed to pulse with silence. Olivia felt