hapter 87

Later, a knock came. Two police detectives stood in my living room, their expressions serious but respectful.

“Ms. Whitmore,” one said gently. “We need to inform you of an

update regarding Chole Windsor.”

My pulse tightened. “What about her?”

The detective swallowed. “She collapsed yesterday in custody,

was taken to Central Medical Hospital. Her condition is stable

but considered critical. Her lawyer has just applied for medical

parole pending further evaluation.””

My throat seized. Parole. Medical. In custody.

“Medical parole means she could be… released temporarily–for

treatment,” the other detective explained. “We thought you

should be told before it becomes public.”

I sat frozen for a moment, processing. Part of me whispered

relief–a flash of dread that she might be freed. Another part

bristled with guilt, because in a way, this felt like vindication.

But the stakes remained high.

“Thank you for telling me,” I managed. “If anything changes…

please let me know.”

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They nodded, sliding me a business card. “We will. Take care of

yourself.”

Once they left, Ava turned to me, eyebrows knitted with

concern. “Olivia… are you okay?”

slowly. “She… Chole’s lawyer applied for

voice was soft. “That could bring her out

life.

“We’ll handle it,” she said

fight it.”

appreciating her strength

admit. This

now a new threat

a flicker

I admitted. “Tonight, I

another cup of

solidarity, steeped in lamplight and

uncertainty.

divorce papers in my bag

life untethered. But Chole’s

tension. I closed my

weigh me down.

simply sat, letting the exhaustion and the

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the muted

Author’s POV

Windsor sat heavily in the hospital

furrowed and palms clenched.

of Chole’s reckless behavior. The collapse of

with Green Group had rippled beyond

threatened the long–term

Hawthornes, alliances carefully woven

when unity mattered most,

on Olivia and Alexander had

cooperate with the

all

gone too far. She

means, and that

personal affront. The Windsor’s

was crumbling

the hospital corridor clock with

Chole doesn’t

our business–will

head around

family?”

Felix rose. “That’s us.”

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