Chapter 16
Chapter 2
“Oliver, what’s the point of explaining this to me now? If you still think I killed your mother, shouldn’t you be doing what you’ve always done-making my life hell? So why bother explaining p>
My question clearly irritated him.
Of course it did. I wasn’t Natalie. I got it.
But I was done putting up with it.
Five years ago, when his mother died. Natalie said just one thing. “If it wasn’t for Evelyn, your mother would still be
alive p>
She didn’t even need to explain. Oliver convicted me on the spot.
From that moment on. I became the murderer.
For five years. Oliver didn’t just torture me physically-he broke me mentally.
Every time I asked for a divorce, he threatened my family.
But now, even my family had had enough. They told me, “Divorce him. We’re not letting you suffer anymore p>
“So what do you want from me? Do you have any idea how many people I invited tonight? Do you-
I cut him off.
Like I was the unreasonable one here.
All these years, I’d swallowed my pride for my family’s sake,
I’d compromised again and again. And he never noticed.
“Oliver, I’m not the one who ruined tonight. It was p>
Before I could finish, his phone rang
He glanced at the screen and answered immediately.
“What’s wrong p>
“Okay, I’ll be right there p>
Oliver hung up, threw out one last line, and left.
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“Think about what you did. Otherwise, I’m pulling the Sinclair deal p>
Watching him walk away without looking back, I let out a bitter laugh.
Ten years of marriage. And for what?
I took a deep breath and started packing.
My parents had finally given me their blessing. There was no reason to keep torturing myself.
But how was I supposed to ask for a divorce?
I knew Oliver too well. If I brought it up, he’d refuse.
He’d say, “You killed my mother, and now you think you can just walk away p>
If I wanted out, I needed help.
Just as I thought that, a text from Natalie popped up.
[Evelyn, I’m so sorry. I know it’s your tenth anniversary and Oliver should be with you, but I’m really scared p>
Attached was a photo of her fresh out of the shower.
[I slipped in the bathroom earlier p>
Looking at her thirst trap, I shook my head and typed back:
[No worries. I don’t want to touch him anyway. Someone’s gotta take care of his needs. Thanks for handling that for
me p>
[Well, I guess that’s what I’m here for-since I’m his wife p>
I baited her with a few more lines, and she snapped. She sen a voice message, screaming at me.
The usual bullshit. “The one who’s not loved is the real mistress,” blah blah blah.
But what did it matter? The fact that she still wasn’t Mrs. Ashford-that was what really ate at her.
I typed: [If you’re so confident, make Oliver divorce me the
After that, I ignored her.
But I didn’t expect her to pull the suicide card.
That same night, my family and I were dragged to the hospital by a group of bodyguards.
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