Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 273

We walked quickly toward the car, the cold night air biting my skin as I held Olivia against me, her hand lifeless in mine. It was like holding a doll, her fingers stiff and unresponsive. Her body felt unnaturally cold, as if the life had been drained out of her. I could feel the chill of her skin through the fabric of my shirt, and my heart ached with every step..

“It’s going to be alright, my love,” I whispered over and over, trying to reassure her, trying to calm the storm inside me. “You are safe now. You are with me.”

I kept repeating the words as if they could heal the wounds she had suffered. As If my voice could somehow bring her back to me, make her whole again.

The car finally came into view, its headlights cutting through the dark like a beacon of hope. Ethan was already at the driver’s side, his attention divided between me and the road ahead. I slid into the backseat, carefully positioning Olivia across my lap, her head resting against my chest. I held her close, my arms wrapped protectively around her as if I could shield her from the world that had hurt her.

Her hand was ice cold, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing it against my cheek, desperate for any sign of life. But there was nothing. She didn’t stir. She didn’t move.

gently, trying to coax some warmth back into her skin, trying to make her

reminder that she was still so far from me. What had they done to her? What had

her forehead, the coldness of her skin sending a jolt through me. I couldn’t bear it. The thought of losing her was

be alright,” I told myself, as much as I told her. The words tasted empty in my mouth, but I clung to them. I had to believe it. For both our sakes, I had to believe

could hear the concern in his tone.

distance between the cemetery and the clinic stretching endlessly in my mind. Every minute felt like an eternity, my anxiety rising with each passing second. I kept my eyes

at the clinic, and the doors were thrown open before we even came to a complete stop. Doctors and nurses rushed out, ready to take Olivia from me, but

my voice hoarse. “I’m not

gravity of the situation, and