All Chapters of The First Wife’s Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The night air was heavy and still. Olivia’s car engine clicked softly as it cooled, the headlights casting long shadows over the empty motel courtyard. Ethan had asked her to meet him here, a run down place at the edge of the city, where no one would think to look for either of them.She stepped out slowly. The smell of rain and gasoline hung in the air. Every sound felt too loud, the drip of water from the gutters, the creak of a sign above her head.When Ethan opened the door, she almost didn’t recognize him. His face was rougher now, his eyes wild and sleepless. There was a tremor in his hand as he reached for her.“Olivia,” he said, voice low and uncertain. “You came.”“I shouldn’t have,” she whispered. But she stepped inside anyway.The room was small, one dim lamp, one bed, one man who looked like a ghost. He closed the door behind her, the click echoing like a lock on a cell.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was full of everything they’d lost.He moved firs

The courtroom was packed. Cameras flashed outside like a storm waiting to break through the wooden doors. Inside, everything felt cold, too bright, too silent. Olivia sat at the defendant’s table, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her lawyer, Mr. Daniel Rhodes, whispered something about staying calm, about remembering to breathe, but Olivia’s lungs felt locked.She could feel everyone watching her, reporters, investors, former colleagues, and strangers who just wanted a story. The air smelled like coffee and fear.She was being accused of attacking a board member, Corbin Vale, the man who had once called her a “visionary.” Now, he sat across the room with a bandage on his face and eyes that screamed revenge.When the judge entered, everyone stood. The gavel struck once.“Court is now in session,” the bailiff announced.The sound echoed through Olivia’s chest like a hammer against glass.The prosecutor, a sharp eyed woman in a red blazer, rose first.“Ladies and gentlemen of the jur

The cell was quiet except for the slow drip of water from the ceiling. The sound had started to drive Olivia mad. One drop every three seconds, sharp, steady, impossible to ignore.She sat on the narrow bed, knees pulled to her chest, staring at the small notebook she’d been keeping since the trial began. Writing had always been her way to stay sane. Every night, after the courtroom chaos, she wrote down what she remembered, every word, every look, every lie.But lately, her notes didn’t make sense. Sentences trailed off halfway. Names appeared that she didn’t remember writing. Sometimes she’d find words in her own handwriting but with phrases she’d never use.Now, in the dim light, she opened the notebook again.Page one:They’re watching me.Page two: Cara lied. Ethan betrayed me. But someone else, someone inside, won’t let me rest.Her own words stared back at her.She whispered to herself, “Did I really write this?” She doubted.The guard outside her cell coughed. A door slammed do

Olivia didn’t plan to go.When Jessica’s message arrived, “Meet me tonight. No police. No Ethan. Just us.”she had thrown her phone across the room. It buzzed again seconds later, another message appearing on the cracked screen.“You want answers? Come to the glass house. Midnight.”Olivia didn’t need to ask which house. The one Ethan had built for Jessica after the wedding. All steel, glass, and money. The house Olivia had helped design before she was erased from his life.She spent the whole day pacing, telling herself not to go.But by nightfall, the choice made itself. She needed to face Jessica. Needed to see the monster up close.She slipped a small recorder into her coat pocket, just in case, and drove through the cold, empty streets.Rain started to fall, thin and sharp like pins against the windshield. The house appeared on the hill like a lit up secret, its glass walls glowing from within, music humming faintly through the night.Jessica wanted her to come.Fine. She would.T

The news hit like a storm.The board was in shambles. Jessica was gone. Ethan was declared mentally unfit to serve. Investors were panicking, phones were ringing, and half the senior executives were already sending out résumés.And in the middle of that chaos, Olivia stood tall.She had waited for this moment, this collapse that everyone said would never happen. For weeks she had watched the cracks form, one lie after another. And now the empire that had crushed her was breaking apart in front of her eyes.But power never comes free.The conference room looked like a crime scene, papers scattered, coffee cups abandoned, the faint smell of perfume and tension. The large mahogany table had twelve seats, but only five were occupied. Olivia walked in wearing black, her hair tied back sharply, every movement calm and deliberate.“Where’s Ethan or Corbin?” one of the older members, Mr. Greene, asked quietly.Olivia didn’t look at him. “Ethan is not fit to attend, and Corbin is no where to b