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A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with tension. Olivia felt momentarily frozen, her mind scrambling to process the words she had just heard. Christopher’s wife? No. That had to be a mistake. “I—I don’t understand,” Olivia said carefully, her voice measured as she tried to grasp the situation. “I’m Olivia Harris, and I’m legally married to—” “Oh, save it,” the dark-haired woman interrupted, waving a dismissive hand. Her tone was light, almost amused, but there was an underlying sharpness to it. “I know exactly who you are. That’s why I didn’t bother making my visit longer than necessary.” Olivia’s confusion only deepened. Who were these women? The woman’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned slightly forward. “I’m Sophia. Christopher’s sister.” Her eyes glinted with something sinister before she gestured toward the blonde sitting on the couch. “And that lovely lady over there? That’s Racheal—Christopher’s wife.” Olivia stiffened. Her mind screamed t
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Olivia entered her room and dropped her bag on the bed, letting herself fall back onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. The tension from earlier, Sophia’s cold remarks and Racheal’s seething hostility echoed in her mind, unwelcome and exhausting. Her first day back at work had already drained her, and returning home to that kind of drama was the last thing she needed. She pressed her palms against her face for a moment, then shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it. She made her way to the bathroom for a long, cool bath to ease the weight on her shoulders. By the time she stepped out and changed into her nightdress—simple, comfortable, nothing too revealing, making her feel a little lighter. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she tucked herself into bed with her diary in hand. The soft scratch of her pen on paper was the only sound in the room. It was a few minutes past nine when she heard the low hum of Christopher’s car pulling into the driveway. She glanced toward
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Christopher sat alone in his study, the quiet scratch of his pen moving across paper the only sound in the room. Shadows curled at the edges of the lamplight, and the air held a stillness that wasn’t quite peaceful. He paused mid-sentence, the ink drying beneath his fingertips as his thoughts wandered, to Racheal. Her words echoed in his mind, sharp and filled with something venomous. He closed his eyes briefly, then exhaled. A muscle ticked in his jaw. His gaze shifted to the telephone on the corner of his desk. Without hesitation, he reached for it and dialed. A servant answered quickly, the voice distant on the other end. “Bring Olivia to my study.” His voice was low, controlled. He hung up without another word. Minutes passed. He didn’t move, just stared ahead at nothing. Then a gentle knock interrupted the silence. The door opened slowly. Olivia stepped inside, her presence quiet, almost careful. She wore a long green dress, modest in cut but flowing with quiet g
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