A Wife's Vengeful Return

e day the fi

high-level meeting. His mentor, Mr. Henderson, was announcing the final cand

away from everythin

or assistant ran in, breathless, and whispered s

ale. She walked hesit

trembling. "The hospital just

pped in two. The sharp plastic dug into

hed back and toppled over. The entir

" His voice was a

... a car crash. The doctors s

und, a raw, broken noise that was half-sob, half-scream. He shoved the he

n shock. They had only ever seen the charismatic, control

m, leaving behind a wake o

as told. But I remembe

e," the house I had designed with him, poured my soul int

h anniversary.

ing?" I asked Chl

hed her fists. "His assistant, Sophie, said he has a very imp

ed architectural model of the "Dream Home." It was a gift from him on our

' s a bastard. He' s been forgetting everything. Your birt

l clung to the memory of the man who had looked at me with such love

odel. A fine layer of dust coated my fingertip. It ha

t have happened when the movers were here. The damage was small, almost invisi

the front door ma

sn't in his usual tailored suit. His tie was loo

earing through the q

re was no love there. On

u do, Olivia?