The Wife Nobody Wanted

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on. The rain had stopped, but the air remained charged with the scent of damp

s eerily silent, the familiar hum of staff and security strangely absent. Oliv

lier overhead cast harsh shadows on the marble floor. Olivia's breath arr

ut, her voice echoing

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ar by an inch, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallw

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covered in red. A drop of blood oozed from under him, glinting

t. She stumbled backward, her hands cra

ring over his body as if she were too scared to tou

staring blankly at the ceiling,

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he reached for her phone, her blood-sticky hands shaking, but befo

n her throat. The footsteps grew loude

ds where we

rst into the room, guns raised. She raised

he cried, her voice trembling. "

d, his eyes sweeping the room. "

ith her hands up. "You must listen

cuff her; his hold unyielding. "You

ords washing over her. This was not h

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sitting in a small, windowless room, her wrists secured to the table. Her shirt wa

s a tall, angular man with angular features and cold, calculati

d in a neutral tone. "Do

y throat aching. "This is a m

ng. "So why were your fingerprints on the

ia cried out, her voice risin

ity camera video of you entering the house alone? The lac

didn't do it," she pan

in his chair. "You can keep on lying, Mrs. H

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ross every television screen, the titles screaming: "Bill

on knees, head in hands, as the din of re

you kill yo

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ve to say to Vi

e in. He was a middle-aged man with a wea

the opposite chair facin

sunken eyes filled with tears.

the proof is against you. We have to

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to her attorney's connections. She returned to t

, but Olivia managed to slip through

The police had taken most of the evidence, but they'd missed

ver it. A secret compartment opened, and an emp

ing. Someone had taken it before

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ght caught her eye. She knelt down beside

d, was one lin

d ran cold. F

words, a noise from down the hallway fr

ounding. She reached the front door, push

done. Not by