Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

NICK

Two years have passed since that woman humiliated me, since I found out she stole millions from me.

How could I have been so stupid and blind? When Sandra told me that Olivia had a hand in what happened to my mother all those years ago—how they met, how Olivia “just happened” to save her from being hit by a car—I refused to believe it at first. I thought my wife could never be capable of such things.

Then she gave me that recording of their phone call, where Olivia had admitted everything: how she’d landed her “golden goose,” how her life was going to change for her and her grandmother. As if that weren’t enough, she stole from me. Sandra had showed me the proof.

I recovered some of the money, but only a small portion. Thinking about her still fills me with rage. How could she have been so cruel? My mother loved her!

“Nick!” Sandra snapped me out of my thoughts. “It’s almost time to go pick up your parents. I’m finishing up with dinner. It’ll be ready by the time you get back.”

If it weren’t for Sandra these last two years, I don’t think I would’ve made it through.

My parents have been traveling the world, and they’re coming home today. They’re going to be so disappointed when they find out what happened with Olivia. My poor mother. She trusted that good-for-nothing woman.

Anger surged as I grabbed my keys.

voice stopped me again. I turned to face

“It only makes you angry. Today is about your parents coming home. Let’s focus

her a small smile. What would I have

their guards carrying the bags. Her face lit when she saw me. She rushed over, throwing herself into

woman!” he grumbled. Mom shot him a glare over her shoulder, and he raised his hands up in mock surrender. Watching them, a wave of sadness washed over me. I had thought Olivia and I would have what they had. I guess it wasn’t

feed you anymore? Where is she, anyway?” Mom asked, her smile

wasn’t the time or place to tell them. “Let’s get home, and I’ll explain everything,” I

she’s at home with

heart sank. She had no idea Olivia never wanted kids—only my

that.” I

after her, his face

but Dad convinced her to wait until we got home. Thankfully. Talking about Olivia wasn’t easy, and I wasn’t

told them everything: how Olivia had pushed her best friend down the stairs, killing her child; how she’d stolen millions from me; how she was never in love with me,

not the person you thought she was,” I said. “Olivia

a crime. “Nick, are you insane?” she shouted,

at her, baffled. Hadn’t she heard what