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Stolen Life

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1135    |    Released on: 27/06/2025

hung in the air,

t the shock of seeing a ghost anymore, it was the cold, calculating fear

g. She took a step toward him, trying to touch his arm. "Let's

away as if her tou

st talkin

fully between Ethan and Olivia. "You heard

less smile touching his lips. "But

nowhere after three years and expect to just destroy everything Olivia has built? She has been good to us. She to

e in that mine for you. I sent money home every single week. I gave Olivia everything I had. The insurance polic

ce contorted with anger. "You can't come back and

turning to ice. "I'm thinking about how you all c

They were tears of frustration. "You're being so selfish! Daniel is

ng out his chest. "Maybe you

ey would have three years ago. They simply confirmed wh

ia's. "I'll be out of your lives soon enough. As soon

l snapped. "The money is gone. We inv

Ethan said calmly. "I'm

y broke. She knew exactly what that meant. Public humil

leading woman was gone, replaced

chest. "After everything I've been through? Losing you... it n

overed remarkably wel

essed to her forehead. "My heart... I can't breath

way. He remembered her faking dizzy spells whenever his fath

past him, she brought her hand back and slapped him hard a

the fake illness forgotten. "After everything Olivia has done for

mbol of this final, absolute betrayal. He looked at his mother, the woman who

ast ember of attachment to the

k silence. He looked directly at Olivia, who was watching him with a

ce firm. "The divorce is happening. I'll hav

ckless. "Wait! What do you want? Money? Is t

, shocked. "Olivia,

And the boy... little Leo... you wouldn't... you wouldn't do anything to hur

, that Ethan almost laughed. She was willing to

le," he said, shak

his mother yelling after him, his sister crying, Daniel trying to comfort a f

of the cab a stark contrast to the chaos he'd just left behind.

He pulled it out and saw the nam

nswe

e. It was a voice that commanded respect, a voice used to giv

back against the sea

"Which means they

he money," Et

his voice. "Sentiment is a liability. Now you hav

lap, his father's silence. He thought of the life they had

rdening into the resolve he'd learned in

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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."”
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