All Chapters of Married to my sister's husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ophelia’s povAs I ate, my mind wandered back to Ryder. I imagined him at home, pacing in his study, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Would he be furious? Devastated? Or would he feel relieved to know the truth, no matter how painful? Would he be glad to be able to find an escape from our marriage? After all, he never wanted me in the first place, and his first love was back in his life and house.And Olivia, what would she say if she found out I was the cause of her accident then? What would she say if she found out I stood there watching her car burn with her in it and didn’t offer help to her?What would she say or do if she found out she had run away? Would she gloat, reveling in my weakness? Or would she be happy, content that I had removed myself from their lives? I pushed the thoughts away and focused on the soup I was drinking, letting its warmth spread through me. For the first time in hours, I felt a small measure of calm. But it was fleeting, a thin veneer over the chaos

Ryder's pov The cold air hit my face as I stepped outside, but I barely noticed it. My head was filled with the thought of Ophelia.My mind was a whirlwind of questions, anger, and frustration. The image of Ophelia’s signature on those divorce papers kept flashing before my eyes, a reminder of what she was trying to do. How can she jump to a conclusion like that, especially immediately after telling me she was the cause of Olivia's accident? I was still doing my investigation on it but it was like that day never happened. My investigator has been checking for months but he hasn't gotten any hint.Maybe I should contact someone else. I was told of one of the best private investigators in Los Angeles. I would contact him now that I needed to find the truth the most but I have to hear from Ophelia first.I slid into my car and gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove off. I had people watching her, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to see her for myself. I needed answers, and I was

Ophelia pov Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I am doing this for you,” I said, my voice breaking. “You deserve someone better, someone who doesn’t carry the guilt I do.” “Don’t you dare,” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you dare try to make this about me? This is about you, Ophelia. This is about you running away because you are too scared to face what is between us.” I can't let his talk get to me. He was trying to cajole me into staying but I can't.In as much as he thinks I am being selfish, I couldn't stay. Not when I was carrying my baby.I stood abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor. “This conversation is over. I have made my decision, Ryder, and there is nothing left to say.” But as I turned to leave, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful, and I froze, unable to move. “Look me in the eye,” he demanded, his voice softer now but no less intense. “Look at me and tell me you don’t love me.

Ryder povWith the new realization I made, I walked into the house and the first person I saw was Olivia.She was sitting on the couch In front of the television and on seeing me, she jumped to her feet.Worry was etched on her face as she rushed to me to see me coming in.“Are you alright? I have been calling your phone since you left the house but you have not been answering.”I looked at her closely, trying to remember why I always called her my first love when it was Ophelia all along. Why I fell in love with her but I couldn't seem to place my hands on it.My eyes stayed on her face, trying to see what I couldn't see years back, and something caught my attention. Something I have never noticed.While her eyes were green which was different from Ophelia's brown own, Olivia's eyes held something in them. It was like it held secrets and untold stories.It wasn't transparent and raw like Ophelia's own.“I left my phone in my office. Sorry,” I said quietly, tired of everything. I just

Olivia's pov The room was wrecked with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. The house was in complete disarray with everywhere littered with bottles of alcohol and the table filled with cigarette powder.Clothes were thrown on the couches, discarded, and scattered everywhere. My nose twisted with the smell emitting from his room. How is he able to breathe here? I went to the closed window and opened it, allowing fresh air to enter the house, giving more room for breathing.I turned to him “Why did you call me here? What do you want? I thought I asked you not to call me except I do”He chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Oh, Olivia. Still as fiery as ever. But we both know why you are here.” I glared at him, my patience already wearing thin. “Stop playing games with me, I don't have time for your nonsense. What do you want from me?” He took a step closer, his smirk fading into something more sinister. “I want what you promised me. Do you think you can just cut