Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 541 The Woman Named Selena, Her True Identity Revealed.

In the quiet confines of the room, Olivia's bodyguard leaned in, his voice a hushed whisper against her ear. "Miss Stone, the information you requested about Selena was procured last night. We were puzzled, so we double-checked, and the results remained the same."

Olivia's brows knitted together in a frown, her curiosity piqued. "What did you find?"

The bodyguard cast a wary glance around the room before cautiously revealing, "Selena is, in fact, Mr. Montague's wife."

The revelation hit Olivia like a bolt of lightning, causing her to stagger, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her. "Impossible!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp enough to draw the attention of those nearby. Swiftly, she lowered her tone, her complexion paling. "It can't be the same person. Investigate again!"

The thought of Raymond's fascination with Selena being rooted in his attraction to his own wife was inconceivable to Olivia. A chill ran down her spine, her mind thrown into a whirlwind of confusion.

"Miss Stone, we've verified the information twice. It's difficult for me to believe as well, but the results are unchanging," the bodyguard insisted, presenting Selena's profile. Olivia's fingers trembled as she skimmed through the documents. The words seemed to swim before her eyes: Selena, a Harvard University student, Steve's apprentice.

of dizziness washed over her as she muttered

the documents into pieces. "How can this

Stone family quickly intervened, his voice a low warning,

bodyguard, she made her exit. Her mind was a tumultuous storm, and it was only when she stepped into the sunlight

identity, contemplating divorce. If he were to discover the truth, they would be a legitimate couple, and she would be left with nothing. Her so-called first love would

at Selena's hands over

her with no appetite for the meal she

Christopher. I can't recall if he gave me any other presents. Perhaps you could

paper trail. Even if Raymond wished to investigate, there would be no way to trace it. By implying that Christopher

you joining us for the meal?" Raymond asked, accepting

her pallor, he asked,

her head. "I'm not feeling well. I