Stolen Life

Name: Stolen Life
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Gavin

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The old pickup truck rattled down the familiar dirt road, three years to the day since Ethan Miller had seen this town, this sky. He was finally home, a bag full of expensive gifts on the passenger seat, a fortune in his bank account from the diamond mines of South Africa. He' d survived a collapse, been given up for dead, all for his beloved Olivia and family. He imagined her tears of joy, her arms around him, a future blooming. But as he approached his house, the scene shattered his hopeful delusions. A new fence, professional landscaping, an expensive sedan in his old rust-bucket' s spot. Then he heard laughter from the backyard – Olivia's. And a child' s squeal. A child? They hadn't had children. Peering through the fence, his stomach dropped. There was Olivia, glowing, pushing a little boy on a new swing set. Beside the barbecue, a handsome man, Daniel, laughed with the child, and Olivia looked at him with the same smile she once reserved only for Ethan. Then his own mother walked out, cheerfully calling Daniel "son," his father clapping him on the back. His family. Olivia' s new family. The air left his lungs. His wife, his house, his family-all taken over. He stood there, a ghost at his own wake, the raw, ugly truth of their betrayal hitting him like a physical blow. Their faces weren' t filled with shock or joy when they saw him, but annoyance, even hostility. His mother screamed at him, his brother sneered. Olivia, terrified, hid behind Daniel. They had moved on, using his "death" and his insurance money to build a new, comfortable life on his grave. He had returned from hell for them, endured unbelievable hardship for their future, only to find they were happy he was gone. They wanted him dead. The naive, hopeful miner died right there on his doorstep. But from the ashes, something harder rose. He wouldn't just leave; he would reclaim what was his. "I want a divorce," he declared, his voice cold and steady. "And I\'m not the one who\'s going to be leaving this house."

Betrayal Revenge Divorce Drama Personal growth

Chapter 10

06-27 16:52

Introduction

But as he approached his house, the scene shattered his hopeful delusions. A new fence, professional landscaping, an expensive sedan in his old rust-bucket' s spot. Then he heard laughter from the backyard – Olivia's. And a child' s squeal. A child? They hadn't had children.

Peering through the fence, his stomach dropped. There was Olivia, glowing, pushing a little boy on a new swing set. Beside the barbecue, a handsome man, Daniel, laughed with the child, and Olivia looked at him with the same smile she once reserved only for Ethan. Then his own mother walked out, cheerfully calling Daniel "son," his father clapping him on the back. His family. Olivia' s new family.

The air left his lungs. His wife, his house, his family-all taken over. He stood there, a ghost at his own wake, the raw, ugly truth of their betrayal hitting him like a physical blow. Their faces weren' t filled with shock or joy when they saw him, but annoyance, even hostility. His mother screamed at him, his brother sneered. Olivia, terrified, hid behind Daniel. They had moved on, using his "death" and his insurance money to build a new, comfortable life on his grave.

He had returned from hell for them, endured unbelievable hardship for their future, only to find they were happy he was gone. They wanted him dead. The naive, hopeful miner died right there on his doorstep. But from the ashes, something harder rose. He wouldn't just leave; he would reclaim what was his. "I want a divorce," he declared, his voice cold and steady. "And I\'m not the one who\'s going to be leaving this house."