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
espo
ar by an inch, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallw
he sa
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,
e
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
nterr
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
edia
ross every television screen, the titles screaming: "Bill
on knees, head in hands, as the din of re
you kill yo
t for
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
sing Fl
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
Wa
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