บททั้งหมดของ REJECTED ME BUT KARMA CAME FOR YOU : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 56

The message arrived on Olivia's phone just after eight in the evening, from a number she didn't recognize.**I know things about the Walker family that could change everything for you. Meet me at the Sheridan Hotel, room 412, tonight. Come alone.**Olivia stared at it for a long moment, her thumb hovering over the delete button. She'd learned, in the past two weeks, to be suspicious of anonymous messages — after everything that had already surfaced through a single unknown number at that dinner table, she'd developed a wary instinct around texts like this, some quiet caution she'd never had reason to carry before.She almost dismissed it entirely. Then a second message arrived.**Ask your attorney about a shipping contract signed in London two weeks ago. Ask her why Richard cut his trip short the same week your marriage collapsed. The timing isn't a coincidence, and I can prove it.**Olivia's breath caught. She'd wondered about that timing herself — the strange, precise coincidence of

Olivia sat at Patricia's conference table the next morning, a fresh cup of coffee going cold in front of her, untouched. She hadn't slept much. Every time she closed her eyes she saw those photographs again, the wrongness of them, the way her own face looked like something borrowed and worn by someone else."I want to fight this," she said finally. "Not just quietly, behind closed doors. I want people to know I didn't do what those photos say I did."Patricia nodded slowly. "We can request the hotel's security footage. If someone drugged you and staged that room, there should be a record of them coming and going. We can also push for a formal statement addressing the sedatives found in your bloodwork — that alone raises serious questions the public deserves to hear.""And if it points back to Richard?" Olivia asked."Then it points back to Richard," Patricia said simply. "I don't care whose name is on the building downtown. If he did this to you, I intend to prove it."Emma, sitting a

By the end of that week, Olivia had stopped checking her phone, because every time she did, the same photograph looked back at her from a different stranger's account, with a different cruel caption underneath it. Reporters had begun to gather near the mansion's front gates in the mornings, polite at first and then less so, calling her name across the lawn as though they were old friends who only wanted to hear how she was doing. Martha tried to shield her from the worst of it, carrying trays up to her room and quietly closing curtains before Olivia could see who was waiting outside, but there is only so much a kind old housekeeper can do against a whole city that has made up its mind.On Friday morning she packed two suitcases and told Martha she was going to stay with Emma for a while. Martha did not argue, only pressed Olivia's hands between her own weathered ones and said that a house is only a house, but a home is wherever people are glad to see you come through the door. Olivia