Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

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I stood at the window, watching the sun dip lower on the horizon, casting an amber glow across the sky. The breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of fresh earth and the quiet promise of evening. I breathed in deeply, the cool air filling my lungs, and for a brief moment, I felt at peace. But that peace was fleeting. ‘Today might be the day I join my father in the afterlife,‘ I thought, the weight of that realization pressing down on me. The sunset, beautiful as it was, couldn’t mask the bitter truth gnawing at my insides.

I let out the breath I had been holding and turned away, pushing the thoughts of death to the back of my mind. There was still work to do.

I walked back inside, my footsteps muffled on the worn floorboards. Olivia was still lying there, her body tense, her face pale, eyes wide with fear. The sight of her like this, trapped in whatever dark corner her mind had retreated to, only fuelled the fire inside me.

I closed the distance between us and knelt beside her, positioning myself so she could see my face. My eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, I saw her flinch. Maybe she was still processing the gravity of the situation, or perhaps she simply didn’t know how to react. But it didn’t matter. What I needed her to understand was this: she was not just a pawn in her father’s twisted game.

“You know,” I began, my voice low and steady, “your father… he dug up my father’s remains, all in the name of finding you.”

in, watching the slight tremor that passed through her. She didn’t speak, but I could see it in

in closer, my gaze unwavering as I whispered, “He disturbed the dead as if it were nothing. As if it wasn’t enough

they were hitting harder than I intended. But they needed to. She needed to

Guilt? I couldn’t say for sure, but it didn’t matter

to the depth of her father’s betrayal. But there was nothing. Her face was a mask, a wall

isn’t your fault,” I said quietly, trying to soften the edge of my words. “But today, you and are going to show Luke that there are some

quiet threat lingering in the room. I wanted her to understand the gravity

I wished she would speak, to hear her voice again, the sound that had once been so soothing to me. I missed that. I missed the warmth of her smile; the kind that was so contagious you couldn’t help but smile back when she smiled

felt like a distant memory. A pity, really, that someone as pure as her had

chest. couldn’t afford to let emotions distract me, not now. There was too much at stake. But a part of me wondered: would she ever look at me the same way again? Would we ever have a chance at