Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

OLIVIA

As I stood in the cell, my thoughts went to my grandma. What would happen to her now that I was locked up? My chest tightened as I thought of her and her fragile health. Hearing about my arrest might kill her.

Nick turned to the officer. “She’s to have no visitors and isn’t allowed outside. Let her rot in this cell. She can die here for all I care!”

My heart shattered into a million pieces. I felt hot and struggled to breathe. How was my grandmother going to know that I was all right if I couldn’t have visitors? This would kill her! My throat felt like it was closing, threatening to cut off my air supply. I wanted to give up so badly. But then I looked at the satisfied gleam in Sandra’s eyes. Determination flooded back into me. I wasn’t going to let that witch win.

By then, I was drenched in sweat, my eyes wide as saucers. I was sure I looked pale as a white sheet.

The nice policeman looked terrified. “Sir, she can’t breathe. Should I call the doctor?”

Maybe I should tell Nick I’m carrying his baby? “Nick, actually—”

“Why would you call a doctor?” Nick asked, snapping at the officer. “She’s faking to manipulate me—she’s a master at doing that.”

Tears continued to stream down my face. This was the man who once couldn’t stand to see me hurt, and now he was the one causing me the most pain.

Sandra do to my husband to change him so much? I wished I knew what she used and how, considering she

had known her true intentions, I would’ve kept

job in the finance department. Working there, she managed to make

said, wanting to plead with her, once again, to tell the

turned to me, shielding her with his body, further piercing my heart. He was so

daring me to say another word. I swallowed the words trying to escape. “You’ve hurt this woman enough.

speak, to beg him to hear me out. I wanted to ask him to not to tell my grandmother about this, to lie and say I was traveling or something. He knew how delicate her health was,

spinning out of control. “The wife of the owner of Jones Enterprises was arrested this evening. The missus of the Jones family and former Financial Manager of the company is accused of stealing millions. Sources say that Mr. Jones called

again. You know how fragile she is. Please, Nick please, go and see her. Make up something—tell her it’s all

had now that I’d lost him. I couldn’t let her to die; I still needed

you?” Nick sneered. “Say one more word, and I’ll personally make sure that your precious grandmother learns firsthand what

to let my eyes do the pleading, But Nick merely spun

breathe. The man who had been my everything, who couldn’t go an hour without checking on me, was now my tormentor. It felt like I was dying—maybe I

water. I couldn’t understand why he was helping me, but I was grateful.

he said, handing me the bottle, “but it seems you’ve

chin, soaking my chest. I gave the officer a sad smile. “What I