Her Ex Nemesis Billionaire

I stepped out of the room in a blue sundress, my blonde hair tied up in a messy bun. As I approached the stairs, one thought consumed me: Oliver Quinn, my husband, who had left for the parking lot a while ago.

He was on his way to work, and I decided to see him off, even though I knew he wouldn't appreciate it. No matter how much effort I put in, he always glared at me with disdain.

"But I won't give up. Maybe this time, seeing him off will earn me a smile," I thought, smiling widely as I prepared to step onto the first stair. Just then, I caught sight of two hands reaching out from the corner of my eye, prompting me to turn away.

"Arghhh!" Caitlyn screamed as she lost her footing. I instinctively reached out, trying to grab her shoulders, but it was too late-she tumbled down the stairs.

'Was she trying to push me?' I wondered, watching her roll until she hit the ground hard and, blood began to flow out heavily from the side of her head.

"Miss Cait!" a maid called, rushing to her side. She looked up at me before her gaze shifted back to the floor. Almost immediately, another maid rushed in.

"I heard someone scream-" she paused, staring at the pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh my goodness, what happened?" she gasped.

"Check if Mr. Quinn has left. If not, inform him of what just happened," The first maid instructed.

I stood frozen, my feet rooted to the ground and my hands still outstretched in shock. Within minutes, the mansion's double doors swung open, and Oliver strode in like a god.

His golden-brown hair blew in the wind, his brown eyes filled with concern as he hurried toward Caitlyn's lifeless body.

"What happened?" he asked, crouching beside her.

"Sh-sh-she..." the first maid stammered, clearly shocked.

"Say something!" he yelled, causing both maids to jump and look at me.

'Oh no!' I exclaimed inwardly.

Following their gaze, Oliver's expression turned to one of disappointment and resentment as he looked at me.

"But I didn't..." I started, but I knew anything I said would only fuel his anger.

"Pray nothing happens to her," he said, lifting Caitlyn into his arms and heading out of the house.

More maids flooded into the sitting room, having waited in the corners, eager to gossip as usual.