OLIVIA
As 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 Nick I’m carrying his baby? “Nick, actually—”
“Why would you call a doctor?” Nick asked, snapping at the officer. “She’s faking to manipulate me—she’s a master at doing that.”
Tears continued to stream down my face. This was the man who once couldn’t stand to see me hurt, and now he was the one causing me the most pain.
What did Sandra do to my husband to change him so much? I wished I knew what she used and how, considering she had Nick eating out of the palm of her hand within six months.
I should have never have asked her to stay with us when she returned from abroad. I should’ve helped her find her own place to rent. If I had known her true intentions, I would’ve kept my distance. But I had thought I was helping my best friend. I had even begged Nick to give her a job at his company.
He eventually caved and put her a job in the finance department. Working there, she managed to make it look like I had stolen from my husband, and he had believed her.
“Sandra?” I said, wanting to plead with her, once again, to tell the truth.
Nick turned to me, shielding her with his body, further piercing my heart. He was so protective of her already.
“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” He tilted his head to the side, daring me to say another word. I swallowed the words trying to escape. “You’ve hurt this woman enough. You have no right to speak to her now. And I swear to God, Olivia, I’ll make you pay for this.”
I wanted to speak, to beg him to hear me out. I wanted to ask him to not to tell my grandmother about this, to lie and say I was traveling or something. He knew how delicate her health was, and this was going to kill her.
Suddenly, the music on the radio at the guard’s station stopped, and a reporter’s voice came on. After a brief introduction, I heard words that made it feel like my world was truly spinning out of control. “The wife of the owner of Jones Enterprises was arrested this evening. The missus of the Jones family and former Financial Manager of the company is accused of stealing millions. Sources say that Mr. Jones called the police and had her arrested. We’ll bring you more as the story develops.”
“No! Nick, please, no! My grandmother will hear this! I don’t want her getting sick again. You know how fragile she is. Please, Nick please, go and see her. Make up something—tell her it’s all lies. Tell her I’m okay.”
My heart was breaking. My grandmother was all I had now that I’d lost him. I couldn’t let her to die; I still needed her.
“You love to run that mouth of yours, don’t you?” Nick sneered. “Say one more word, and I’ll personally make sure that your precious grandmother learns firsthand what it’s like to have a thief for a granddaughter. I’ll show you both a side of me you’ve never seen before.”
I opened and closed my mouth, too afraid to speak. Instead, I opted to let my eyes do the pleading, But Nick merely spun around and walked away.
I watched until he turned the corner and then broke into a choking sob, a lump in my throat making it hard to breathe. The man who had been my everything, who couldn’t go an hour without checking on me, was now my tormentor. It felt like I was dying—maybe I was and I just didn’t know it.
The officer noticed and rushed over with some water. I couldn’t understand why he was helping me, but I was grateful. I needed it.
“I don’t know what you did to cross a man like that,” he said, handing me the bottle, “but it seems you’ve made a big mistake.”
With trembling hands, I accepted his offer, then gulped the water down. My hands shook so hard that the water spilled down my chin, soaking my chest. I gave the officer a sad smile. “What I did was to help my best friend,” I said, “and she turned him against me. If I’d known she was going to do that, I never would have helped her.”
I laughed bitterly. I was no longer the protected and loved wife of the Jones family. Now, I was the laughingstock of New Village, the wife who was sent to jail by her own husband for stealing millions. I was pitiful, indeed.
My laughter turned into sobs once more.
“Oh, miss,” the officer said, “People can be cruel. I’m sorry you’re learning that the hard way.”
Someone clapped, and the officer turned to look. Sandra stood there, smirking.
“You’re good, Olivia,” she said. “I’ll give you that. Now you’ve managed to convince this idiot that you’re the victim. What did you promise him? A roll in the hay? Because we both know you’ve lost everything. Your body’s all you have left.”
Hearing her voice made me want to reach out and strangle her. “I’m not like you,” I spat.
The officer left, giving us privacy I didn’t want.
“Oh, you still think you’re better than me? Even after everything I’ve taken from you?” She cackled, clearly enjoying my misery.
Why hadn’t I seen her for who she truly was? “You’re vile,” I said, “and this isn’t going to last. I’ll get out of here, clear my name, and then I’ll come after you with everything I’ve got.”
She stopped laughing, her expression hardening in a way that shook me to my core. “Listen here, Olivia. This isn’t high school or college. I’ve grown up, lived, and seen things. I’m not the same Sandra from back then. I’ve changed. And I swear, if you dare come after me, I’ll do more than just frame you for theft. I’ll kill you.”
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
NICKI didn’t go home after seeing her, I went straight to the bar and started drinking. I couldn’t get her image out of my head. She looked so…so frail. Why did she look like that, was prison that bad for her? “Give me another.” I ordered to the lady that was serving me.She walked away but instead of coming back with my drink, she came back with the bar tender. “Mr Jones, I think you have had enough. Do you want me to call a taxi for you?” he must think I am child and that I can’t think for myself.I am not a child, and I can drink as much as I want. “James, give me my drink.” I said with a threatening voice, well, I wanted it to be threatening but I am not sure how threatening I am in my current state. “Mr Jones, you have been drinking since you got here, three hours ago. I don’t think you can handle more.”I glared at him, I am still the heir of the Jones f