"There's something seriously wrong with you, Octavia. And I'm done with this shit called marriage. Sign the fucking papers and get the fuck out of my house." Her husband, Carl Dawson barked at her, his anger palpable. Octavia's gaze faltered as disbelief washed over her. "You're divorcing me, Carl? Now? In the presence of your mistress? After I just suffered a miscarriage...?" "Yes! It's not like it's the first time you experienced one, neither is it the second, and I'm definitely sure it won't be the last either..." "Carl, please..." His words cut her deeply but he didn't care. "Sign the papers, already. I can't stand the idea of you being my wife any longer. You disgust me, you murderer! Yes, you are a murderer. You killed our babies in your womb, you're truly a cursed woman." *** After suffering a miscarriage for the second time in a row, her billionaire husband's patience wore thin, leading him to file for divorce from her after disclosing his mistress was carrying the one thing Octavia couldn't provide for him_ An heir. Having been rejected and assaulted for a crime she didn't commit, returning to her husband wasn't an option. Left with nothing but a broken heart and a vengeful spirit, Octavia embarked on a journey to rebuild her life while also strategizing a plan of revenge against her estranged ex-husband. However, just a few weeks later, Octavia discovered that she had never had a miscarriage and she was still very much pregnant with her ex-husband’s BABIES...
View More“Explain this to me again, Jason,” Octavia said, her voice low but sharp as she leaned across the dining table. Her fingers drummed on the surface, her patience waning. "How did Kristine get a photo of my kids in their beds?"Jason, who sat with his arms crossed, looked away, guilt etched into every line of his face. He’d been roped into Kristine’s schemes for years, and now his attempts at redemption were falling short in the face of this new twist. "I don’t know," he muttered.“Not good enough,” Octavia snapped, standing abruptly. The chair screeched against the hardwood floor. "If you’re really on my side now, you’ll start giving me answers. Real answers."Carl, who had been pacing in the background, stopped mid-step. His eyes darkened as they flicked to Jason. "She couldn’t have gotten access to the house without help. You know something, don’t you?"Jason exhaled heavily, raking his hands through his hair. "Look, Kristine’s been unraveling for months. She’s desperate, and despera
Octavia sat in the cold, dimly lit interrogation room, her wrists still sore from the handcuffs. The room smelled faintly of bleach, and the hum of the overhead light was the only sound breaking the silence. Across from her sat Detective Harris, his expression unreadable as he sorted through a manila folder stuffed with papers.Her gaze drifted to the one-way mirror. She knew Carl was out there, pacing, arguing with whoever would listen. Jade was probably calling every lawyer in the city. But right now, she was alone, and Kristine had managed to sink her claws in once again."Mrs. Davis," Detective Harris began, his tone as flat as the table between them. "We have substantial evidence linking you to multiple accounts used in laundering money for a fake charity organization. These accounts are under your name."She clenched her fists under the table, her nails digging into her palms. "That’s a lie," she said firmly. "Those accounts aren’t mine."He slid a photo across the table. It was
The conference room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Octavia sat at the head of the table, her back straight and her hands clasped tightly in front of her. Across from her, Jason Stewart sat, looking nothing like the arrogant man she had once known. His face was pale, his lips thin, and his eyes darted around the room like a cornered animal."You have one chance," she said, her voice calm but sharp. "One. You tell me everything, Jason. Every detail, every lie, every transaction. And if I even sense you’re holding back—"Carl interrupted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "We’re done here. You don’t get to negotiate with us. You’re not the one holding the cards."Jason shifted uncomfortably, shooting Carl a wary glance. "I’m not negotiating," he said quickly. "I just—I need to know I’m not walking into my own execution here. Kristine’s dangerous, Octavia. You don’t understand what she’s capable of.""Don’t pretend like you’re any better," C
"How could you let this happen, Carl?" Octavia's voice cracked as she stared at him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stood near the kitchen counter, her face a mixture of frustration and fear. Audrey and Asher were playing in the living room, their laughter a cruel contrast to the chaos threatening to upend everything.Carl leaned against the kitchen island, his jaw tightening. "I didn’t let this happen, Octavia. You think I wanted your accounts frozen? This is exactly what Kristine wants—to make you doubt everything, including me.""She’s winning," Octavia snapped, her voice low but sharp. "The media is already eating this up. Headlines about me being a fraud? It’s everywhere. My business reputation is in shreds. Do you even understand how long it took me to build all of this?"Carl’s face softened, but he didn’t move closer. He knew better than to try comforting her right now. "I understand more than you think. That’s why I’ve already instructed my legal team to file fo
The air in the living room felt charged with unspoken words as Carl paced back and forth, his jaw clenched so tightly that it looked like it might snap. Octavia sat on the couch, her hands gripping the edges of her skirt to stop them from shaking. The warrant had been real, and now, police officers were rifling through her home as if she were a criminal.An officer entered the room, holding a folder. “Mrs. Davis, we’ll need you to come with us for questioning.”Octavia’s head snapped up. “Questioning? On what grounds?”The officer’s face remained impassive. “We’re investigating a fraud case linked to your name. Several transactions from your business accounts are flagged as suspicious.”Octavia shot up from the couch, anger surging through her. “That’s impossible! I run my accounts through an auditor—I don’t handle the finances directly. There’s no way—”Carl stepped forward, his voice a low growl. “Who initiated this investigation? Who made the claim?”The officer flipped through his
Octavia stared at Kristine, the smugness dripping from her every word. She hadn’t even sat down, as if her presence alone was meant to intimidate. Carl’s posture stiffened, his eyes narrowing as he stood beside Octavia, a rare unified front against the woman who had brought so much destruction to both their lives.“Get to the point, Kristine,” Carl said coldly. His tone was sharp, devoid of the patience he’d once reserved for her manipulations.Kristine let out a light laugh, tossing her hair back. “Oh, Carl, still so eager to dismiss me. You haven’t changed much, have you? But this time, I’ve come prepared.”She dropped the envelope onto the coffee table between them, the sound echoing in the suddenly tense silence.“What is it now?” Octavia demanded, her arms crossed. “Another fabricated claim? Another lie you’re desperate to cling to?”Kristine raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Oh, this is no lie, sweetheart. It’s a truth you’re not ready for.” She paused, savoring the suspense. “Open i
The envelope sat on the kitchen counter, taunting Octavia like a ticking time bomb. She stared at it, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, while Jade’s voice echoed from the other end of the phone.“They’re really coming for custody?” Jade’s disbelief was evident. “Jason and Kristine have sunk to a new low. How can they even think they’d stand a chance?”“That’s what I’d like to know,” Octavia replied sharply, her voice trembling despite her attempt to stay calm. “But this isn’t just about standing a chance. It’s about dragging me into their mess and turning my life upside down. Again.”“You need a lawyer. A good one,” Jade insisted. “One who can tear apart whatever game they’re playing before it gets too far.”Octavia clenched her jaw, her free hand resting on the edge of the counter. “I’ve already contacted someone. But Jade, it’s not just the petition. It’s the fact that Jason showed up here, smug as hell, like he knew he had the upper hand.”Jade groaned audibly. “He’s just tr
“Explain this!” Octavia slammed the tablet onto the dining table, her voice sharp enough to cut through the tense atmosphere. On the screen was Kristine’s bold accusation: Carl Dawson embezzled millions from his family’s company, claims Kristine Stewart.Carl stood frozen by the counter, his hands gripping the edge as if it were the only thing keeping him upright. His face, once composed, now betrayed a mix of shock and frustration.“She’s lying,” he said firmly, but his voice lacked the conviction Octavia needed to hear.Octavia narrowed her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. “And why should I believe you? Kristine may be a manipulative liar, but this?” She pointed to the screen. “This isn’t something she would pull out of thin air unless she had something to back it up.”“She doesn’t,” Carl shot back, finally stepping forward. “She’s bluffing, Octavia. She knows how to play the game, and she’s banking on us reacting.”Nathaniel entered the room just then, the tension thickenin
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Carl’s voice broke through the early morning quiet, his face a mix of anger and desperation.Octavia froze, her hand still clutching the photo she had just retrieved from the package. She glanced at Carl, standing in the doorway of the living room, his expression sharp. The kids were upstairs, thankfully unaware of the growing storm below.She steadied herself, sliding the photograph onto the coffee table before answering. “I didn’t want to worry you. There’s already enough going on.”Carl’s eyes flicked to the picture on the table. It was impossible to miss the chilling words scrawled on the back in red ink: I’m always watching. His jaw clenched as he grabbed the photo, holding it up like evidence in a trial. “You thought I didn’t need to know about this?”“Lower your voice,” she said sharply, casting a glance toward the staircase. “The kids are upstairs.”“You’re deflecting, Octavia. This isn’t about them. This is about you keeping things from me. Again.”H
It was a few minutes past 8 pm on a serene Friday when Octavia Davis arrived at her marital home, having been discharged from the hospital merely an hour ago. She had taken a cab down to the mansion unaccompanied, without any support from anyone. It's not like she had anyone anyway.Her billionaire husband, Carl Dawson, hadn't even visited her during her stay at the hospital following the miscarriage she had experienced a week before. Despite this absence, Octavia felt a flicker of hope and excitement as she stepped out of the cab and approached the imposing gate of Carl's mansion.She grimaced at the pain that radiated from her abdomen, struggling to keep her breaths steady as she navigated her way inside after passing the security check.Octavia was still physically weak. The emotional turmoil weighed heavily on her, to say the least, as this was the second time she had endured a miscarriage in her marriage. Though she couldn't comprehend why such fate had befallen her for a second ...
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