The First Wife’s Revenge
“That’s before New York. Before Ethan.”
A voice behind her said softly, “Before you were reborn.”
Jessica stood in the doorway, unmasked now, her expression unreadable.
“You can’t keep running from what you are,” she said.
Olivia turned. “And what am I?”
Jessica walked closer, every step measured. “The other half of what he made. But stronger. Freer.”
She reached out, tracing Olivia’s jaw with one finger. “You don’t need Ethan. You don’t need anyone. You could rule this entire world if you stopped pretending to be good.”