OLIVIA
Two Days Later
“Lock her up, and don’t let her see the sun ever again. She doesn’t deserve it!” Nick barked at the New Village Town police. His eyes were cold as ice, filled with hatred.
The officer roughly shoved me into the filthy, smelly cell before slamming the bars shut. I turned to look at Nick and Sandra. They stood together, looking like old friends... or lovers. She was why he had turned against me, though I didn’t understand what had motivated her.
We’d grown up together, did everything together. We’d watched each other’s backs. And now she stood beside my husband as he threw me into jail for something I didn’t do. A few hours ago, I was cooking dinner for my husband, waiting for him to come home from work. Even after the incident with Sandra in the kitchen, and even though things had changed between us since Sandra came back, I still had hope that we could fix things. Then this happened.
The way Nick had looked at me when he arrived with the police broke my heart, too. I’d never seen such hatred in his eyes. It seemed Sandra had wrecked my marriage and turned him against me, feeding him lies. And he had believed every word.
I had tried to plead with him, tried to make him see reason. “Nick, please! I didn’t do this. Sandra is lying. I don’t know why. Please, believe me! I didn’t push her, I didn’t kill her baby, and I didn’t steal from you. You know I could never do something like that,” I had insisted, but he hadn’t listened. Instead, he had come back from the hospital the next day with the police, accusing me of stealing from him.
I didn’t know when things had gotten so bad between us that he stopped trusting me. We were happy once, making plans for our future. Then I let a snake into my home, and it turned on me.
I had to tried to plead with Sandra too. “Sandra, please. Tell him the truth. Tell him I didn’t do this. I don’t know why you turned on me like this. Why would you lie to him like this? You know I could never do any these things. I didn’t push you, and I didn’t even know you were pregnant. Why would you do this? Tell the truth!”
Instead of coming clean, Sandra had teared up and said, “Olivia, you’re so cruel. Even now, you blame me for what you did. What did I ever do to deserve this from you? I was your friend, and I loved you. But you never cared about me. You knew I was pregnant. Yet you still pushed me. I didn’t even tell Nick about it when you started stealing from him! I kept your secrets, and this is how you repay me?”
I felt all hope drain from me then. None of that was true, yet Nick had believed her.
Sandra cried and turned to him. “I shouldn’t have told you anything about what she’s been up to. It’s my fault she’s acting like this. Forget everything I said and listen to your wife.”
She turned to me and smirked without him seeing. “Olivia, I’ll leave. I’ll go back abroad. I’m sorry I ruined your marriage. I forgive you for everything, and I know you didn’t mean to push me. But you should come clean about all the money you stole. I’m sure Nick will forgive you, and you can fix things.”
Nick’s eyes softened when he looked at Sandra. He believed all the nonsense she was spewing, and my heart broke when I saw him look at her that way. That softness used to be reserved for me, his wife.
“Don’t be sad, Sandra. You aren’t the cruel one who’s been cheating, stealing, and plotting behind my back,” Nick said coldly. “You didn’t tell her to take those pills to avoid having my baby. You didn’t push her down the stairs.” Then he turned to me and said, “I promise you, Olivia, you’ll pay for everything. For as long as I live, you’ll never have peace.”
The temperature dropped a few degrees, sending cold shivers down my spine, knowing he meant every word. I never thought he could do something like this to me or utter such hateful words, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
OLIVIAAs I stood in the cell, my thoughts went to my grandma. What would happen to her now that I was locked up? My chest tightened as I thought of her and her fragile health. Hearing about my arrest might kill her.Nick turned to the officer. “She’s to have no visitors and isn’t allowed outside. Let her rot in this cell. She can die here for all I care!”My heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt hot and struggled to breathe. How was my grandmother going to know that I was all right if I couldn’t have visitors? This would kill her! My throat felt like it was closing, threatening to cut off my air supply. I wanted to give up so badly. But then I looked at the satisfied gleam in Sandra’s eyes. Determination flooded back into me. I wasn’t going to let that witch win. By then, I was drenched in sweat, my eyes wide as saucers. I was sure I looked pale as a white sheet. The nice policeman looked terrified. “Sir, she can’t breathe. Should I call the doctor?” Maybe I should tell Ni
OLIVIAI sat in the dark jail cell, thinking about my baby and how he was going to survive in a place like this. I didn’t care about myself—they could keep me there for as long as they wanted—but my baby didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be born in a jail or suffer for my sins.It was only the second day of my incarceration, and the police were keeping their word to Nick about not letting me out. But I thought they were taking it too far; they hadn’t given me food since I arrived.It was good that nothing stayed in my stomach anymore. I’d been starting to have morning sickness. But I still felt hungry, even though I knew whatever I ate would come back up again.“Oh, my baby,” I said, caressing my stomach, “I’m so sorry you’re going through this, that you’re going to start your life into this world like this. But I swear to you, I will protect you. Your father will never know you exist, and he’ll never hurt you or me ever again. He’s done enough.”The cell door opened. I stood
OLIVIANINE MONTHS LATERPrison had been hard, not just because I was pregnant but because of how I was treated. But I was grateful for one thing—Ethan kept his word. The guard he’d bribed continued to bring me vitamins and took care of me as promised.But when he wasn’t around, the others would conveniently “forget” to feed me. There were days I was so hungry that my stomach ached. One day, I yelled until someone finally came. But instead of food, I got a beating.They beat me so badly that I had a black eye and bruises all over my arms and legs. But through it all, I protected my baby. Even after the beating, they didn’t give me any food. From that day on, I learned to stay quiet when that officer wasn’t around.I rationed my food, eating small portions and saving some in case I didn’t get any the next day. I was skin and bones, and I worried about my baby. Was he getting enough nutrients? Would he be born healthy?The thought of my baby suffering only made my resentment for Nick gr
NICKTwo years have passed since that woman humiliated me, since I found out she stole millions from me. While I had planned to start a family with her, she had secretly been taking birth control pills. Why couldn’t she have just told me she wasn’t ready for kids? Now, I know why—she was still in love with her ex and was only with me for my money.How could I have been so stupid and blind? When Sandra told me that Olivia had a hand in what happened to my mother all those years ago—how they met, how Olivia “just happened” to save her from being hit by a car—I refused to believe it at first. I thought my wife could never be capable of such things.Then she gave me that recording of their phone call, where Olivia had admitted everything: how she’d landed her “golden goose,” how her life was going to change for her and her grandmother. As if that weren’t enough, she stole from me. Sandra had showed me the proof.I recovered some of the money, but only a small portion. Thinking about her s
NICKMy parents left and Sandra came out from the kitchen. She was crying and I didn’t like it. I didn’t know why my parents would be so cruel to her, she was not the one who did all those things to me. she was the one who saved me from a bad situation and showed me the kind of wife I had.I didn’t understand why they would treat her that way. “Sandra, I am so sorry. I will talk to them again and make them understand. I will show them the proof of Olivia’s crimes and then they will believe me and accept you as my close friend.”I took her into my arms and consoled her. “Don’t get her out Nick, am scared of what she will do to me when she gets out. Please, let her stay there.” She cried even more, making my heart tighten. I wished I could let her stay; I wanted her to stay there longer but my parents were not joking when they said they would disown me if I don’t let her out.“Don’t worry, I will protect you. that woman will never come anywhere near you. but I have to make that call. I h
OLIVIAPrison became hell for me after I gave birth. The policeman who helped me before, transferred two days later. I think he was so traumatized by what he saw that he didn’t want to be anywhere near me after. I had an infection after giving birth, but I didn’t know that it was an infection. I thought it was just side effects after giving birth.No one told me what was normal and what was not in that situation. The policeman’s last good deed was to tell the doctor about it when I asked him to. The doctor checked on me and told me that I had what is called PDI (Pelvic Inflammatory Disease) she said bacteria infected my uterus and surrounding areas after giving birth.She gave me pills; said I would be fine after taking them and I only took them for a day until those animals decided I deserved a beating because Nick ordered them to.They beat me up so badly and flushed my pills down the toilet. They never told anyone about my beating, and no one cared to check on me. I was almost dead
OLIVIAI felt numb as I sat in that car, “Take me to her grave, I want to see it.” I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for not being there for her, for not being able to take care of her like she did with me when my parents died. I wanted to apologise to her for causing her death. “We don’t know it, but we will find out and let you know.”I nodded, I wanted to ask where they were taking me because my home with Nick was no longer my home anymore. It stopped being my home the day he sent me to jail. I didn’t care where they took me, it didn’t matter to me anymore. My grandmother was dead, now I only had my son.I looked out the window as we drove, the place seemed familiar yet different at the same time. There were some new buildings I didn’t know, probably built while I was inside. “Don’t you want something to eat Olivia?”My mother-in-law asked, she was sitting right next to me. she didn’t care that I was dirty and smelling. She was sitting right there holding my hand. “No, I am not
OLIVIAI wished he did. I didn’t even know why he didn’t come to the prison to serve me with those divorce papers. I waited for him to come; I was ready. Why didn’t he do it? “No, but I want to divorce him, you can tell him to bring the divorce papers and I will sign them.”I wanted nothing to do with that man, ever again. All I wanted was for him to release me and set me free. Those divorce papers will free me from him. My mother-in-law didn’t ask any more questions after that.We drove to their house; it still looked the same as I remember it. “Do you still not want anything to eat?” I shook my head no. “I am not hungry, but I would like to rest.” She nodded. My father-in-law has been quiet all this time. “You know where your room is. Go and rest.”I didn’t want to sleep in the same room I used to share with Nick when we came to visit. “Can I please use another room and can I borrow your phone please. I would like to make a call.”“Sure, choose any room you like and here is my phone