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
“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
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
Octavia finally allowed the tears to stream down her cheeks as she entered her former marital bedroom. The familiar scent of Carl, now her ex-husband, engulfed her senses, stirring up a whirlwind of anguish as memories of his betrayal flooded her mind. She still struggled to believe that Carl had chosen to divorce and leave her for someone else, blaming her for everything that had transpired.As she continued to grapple with the reality of their divorce, Octavia felt lost. She loved him deeply; he was her entire world, and her obsession with him had left her feeling hollow. The trust they once shared had been irreparably broken the moment he had been unfaithful. How was it possible that Kristine was now pregnant with his child? Had he been cheating on her even before she suffered her miscarriage? This tormenting question gnawed at her, leaving her without answers.Fat and ugly tears streamed down her face as she approached the wardrobe that held their clothes. As she opened it, her ga
Octavia squinted, her eyes slowly adjusting her surroundings as a heavy throbbing pulsated through her head. With a groan, she fluttered her eyelids open, revealing a stark white ceiling above her. Confusion crossed her face as she struggled to comprehend her surroundings, until the familiar voice of her friend, Jade, broke through the haze."Oh my goodness, thank goodness you're awake," Jade said, her voice laced with relief as she approached Octavia.As Octavia turned her gaze toward Jade, the reality of her situation began to sink in: she was in a hospital ward."J-Jade," she murmured, confusion evident in her voice. "What’s going on? How did I end up here? My head is pounding." With a grimace, she carefully lifted herself to a sitting position, leaning against the headboard in an attempt to gather her thoughts."We need to hurry, Octavia. We don't have much time," Jade insisted urgently, grasping her hand and locking eyes with her.Octavia's brows knitted together in bewilderment
Are you out of your mind? You're actually going back to the same man who labeled you a murderer after everything you've been through?! Have you lost your senses, Octavia?" Jade exclaimed, her irritation palpable as they stepped out of the doctor's office.Octavia had just disclosed her intentions to win back her husband with the news, needless to say, Jade wasn't on board with the idea. Her frustration was evident.As they made their way toward the hospital garage, Octavia halted and turned to face Jade, attempting to defend her decisions."I have to do this. It will be okay, Jade. Carl only called me that because he believed I had a miscarriage. If he knows that wasn't the case, he'll apologize and reconsider his actions. He won't marry Kristine anymore... Please understand."Jade shook her head, disbelief etched on her face as she stared at her delusional friend. "This can't be real. You can't possibly go through with this... Have you lost your senses, Octavia? Don't you see? He doe
**FIVE YEARS LATER**"Emmalin," Octavia called out to the young woman in a waitress uniform stationed at the far end of the large kitchen. "Could you assist Tessa at Table 4? I sent her on an errand." Her voice held a note of urgency.The young woman, one of Octavia's employees, nodded curtly. "I’ve got it covered, ma'am.""Thank you," Octavia replied with gratitude before turning her focus back to the dough she was kneading. After a brief moment of work, she glanced at the ornate clock hanging on the wall and noted that it was a few minutes past 2 PM.A wave of relief washed over her as she realized Jana would soon be back with the kids from school. With that thought in mind, she shifted her focus to other tasks, aware that time was of the essence. As a business owner now; one who had achieved notable success, Octavia was determined to keep moving forward. She owned one of the largest and most popular restaurants in the city, a venture she shared with her partner, Nathaniel Griffin,
The clang of the kitchen door echoed sharply as Octavia stormed back inside, her breath uneven. The image of Carl holding Jason's tiny hand wouldn’t leave her mind. She braced herself against the counter, her knuckles whitening as she gripped its edge. Every fiber of her being screamed to go out there and grab her son away from the man who had no right to hold him. Yet, she froze, her thoughts spiraling into chaos.“Mommy?” Avery’s small voice broke through the haze.Octavia turned sharply to find her daughter standing a few feet away, clutching her favorite stuffed rabbit. Avery’s wide emerald eyes glimmered with concern, so much like Jason’s... and Carl’s.“Yes, sweetheart?” Octavia knelt, forcing calm into her tone.“Is Jason okay?” Avery asked, her voice trembling. “Why did he run off?”Octavia hesitated, unsure how to answer. Her eyes darted toward Nathaniel, who had walked in behind Avery. His gaze was steady, but the crease in his forehead betrayed his worry.“Jason’s fine,” Oc
“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