All Chapters of The First Wife’s Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rain slicked the glass walls of the tower, Olivia’s reflection stared back at her from the elevator doors, pale, composed, and nothing like the woman who had once run from gunfire and betrayal. She had learned to hide her fear behind calm eyes. Today, she needed that skill more than ever.The elevator hummed up to the fortieth floor, the boardroom.The vote was in one hour.She gripped her leather folder tighter. Inside it were printouts, emails, and fragments from Ethan’s red file, the same evidence that could burn every man sitting at that long mahogany table. But she also knew the truth: the file made her look guilty too. Every forged signature, every fake date, every bribe authorization, all carried her name.The doors slid open.The lobby was quiet. Too quiet. Her heels clicked against the marble, echoing in the still air. Behind the reception desk, a young assistant looked up nervously. “Mrs.Henderson… they’re already in session.”“I’m aware,” Olivia said calmly. “They can start

The stairwell smelled of iron, dust and wet plank.Olivia gripped the cold railing, her pulse hammering in her throat as the door slammed shut behind her. She had thought she could escape through the service exit, away from the prying eyes of the board and their guards, but she wasn’t alone.Footsteps echoed down the narrow stairwell. Heavy. Familiar.“Olivia,” Ethan’s voice rasped. “Stop running.”Her breath caught. She froze halfway down the steps, staring at the rust streaked concrete below her shoes. Slowly, she turned.He was there, shirt half buttoned, face bruised, eyes wild. He looked nothing like the man she had loved or even the man who had betrayed her. This version of Ethan seemed carved from sleepless nights and paranoia.“Ethan,” she whispered. “How did you?”“I had to see you.” His voice cracked, deep and broken. “You don’t know what they’re doing. You’re walking into a trap.”“I already did,” she shot back. “You left me to fall into it.”He took the stairs two at a ti

The morning air was sharp when Olivia walked into the company tower.Her heels clicked like gunshots across the marble floor. Heads turned as she passed, whispers followed. She didn’t care. She carried the red file in her hand like a weapon.This was it, no more hiding, no more silence.The boardroom doors stood ahead, tall and cold, like the gates of judgment. She pushed them open with both hands. Every head inside turned.Twelve board members sat around the long glass table. The city skyline gleamed behind them. At the head of the table sat Mr. Corbin, the interim chairman, sharp suit, sharper smile. His silver pen tapped against a report.Olivia walked straight to the center of the room, dropped the red file on the table, and said loudly,“Let’s stop pretending. We all know what this is about.”The echo filled the room.No one spoke.Then Corbin leaned back and said, “Good morning to you too, Mrs. Henderson.”He said her name like a challenge, like she didn’t belong there anymore.

It started like any other morning. Olivia stood in her kitchen, sipping coffee that had already gone cold. The sunlight spilled through the blinds, thin and sharp, cutting across the counter like bars of gold. Her hands trembled slightly as she checked her phone, no new messages. Ethan was still gone. Jessica was still quiet. The board still hadn’t called an emergency meeting about the poisoning.Everything was too quiet.She closed her laptop after rereading the same paragraph in a report three times. The file on the board’s secret dealings had vanished from her shared drive overnight. Her passwords had been reset again. She was being erased from her own company, bit by bit.Her chest tightened.No, she told herself, not today.She grabbed her keys, tossed her phone into her bag, and stepped outside.The air smelled of rain and exhaust. She walked toward her car parked by the curb, a sleek black sedan Ethan had once given her “for safety.” She smiled bitterly. Safety. What a joke.Sh

The mirror hit the floor in a crash of glass and silver. Tiny shards scattered across the study like stars.Olivia stumbled backward, one hand pressed against her mouth, her own reflection broken into a thousand slivers at her feet.For a long moment she couldn’t move. The room was silent except for her ragged breathing. Then a faint metallic clink drew her attention.From the largest shard of mirror, something small rolled free, a USB drive, half hidden under the splintered frame.Her heartbeat spiked. “What is this?” she whispered.She crouched and picked it up carefully between her fingers. It was black, scuffed, with a single word scratched into one side, PLAY.A shiver ran through her. Someone had hidden this inside the mirror. Someone had wanted her to find it, but only after she destroyed the glass.She crossed to her desk, slid the drive into her laptop’s port, and waited. The screen went black for a second before a video folder appeared. Only one file.It was named “The Mirro