Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Olivia was completely heartbroken. That very night, she contacted her lawyer to draft divorce papers.
At the same time, she hired a professional team to erase all traces of her existence.
“I want to disappear completely. Erase every trace that I ever existed. How long will that take?” Olivia asked over the phone.
“A week at minimum,” came the reply.
Hearing this, Olivia paused.
Nathan had mentioned that Claire only had about a week left to live.
In a week, everything would be over, and he would return to their family, loving Olivia wholeheartedly again.
Thinking about this, Olivia let out a bitter laugh:
Nathan, when has life ever been so convenient?
Play around, then return to family? You think I’ll just wait patiently in place for you?
No, absolutely impossible.
And you won’t have a home to return to, because by the time you want to come back to family life, you’ll discover your family no longer exists.
“Fine, one week it is,” Olivia said without hesitation. “I’ve transferred the money. Make sure my formation disappear completely, without leaving any
trace.”
The next morning, those desecrated meditation beads appeared again on Nathan’s wrist.
Olivia felt sick to her
mach, so nauseated she couldn’t even eat breakfast.
Nathan wore a self–satisfied expression: “Olivia, I found the beads you gave me. They’re the symbol of our love. I’ll wear them for life and never lose them again.”
Just as he finished speaking, Claire suddenly displayed an expression of agony.
She coughed up a large mouthful of blood, then collapsed to the floor, convulsing violently.
“Claire! What’s wrong?” Nathan immediately rushed over and gathered Claire into his arms.
At that moment, the two children suddenly burst into tears.
Anna pointed at Olivia and shouted: “Daddy, it was Mom! Mom secretly put mango juice in Auntie Claire’s food!”
“Auntie Claire is deathly allergic to mangoes. She tried to kill her!”
Nathan frowned, instinctively objecting: “Anna, don’t make things up. Your mom isn’t that kind of person.”
But the next second, the twin brother Michael rushed over and covered his sister’s mouth, then anxiously said: “Anna, stop talking! Mom will beat us to death!”
As he spoke, he deliberately pulled up his sleeve, revealing his arm covered in wounds.
The arm was covered with bloody marks, one after another, as if they’d been made with a barbed whip.
Nathan’s pupils trembled as he looked up at Olivia in disbelief: “…Did you cause these injuries?”
Olivia’s face remained impassive: “If I say no, would you believe me?”
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When they married, he had promised to trust her unconditionally.
But now, looking at Claire with blood streaming from her mouth and the children covered in wounds, Nathan felt nothing but rags,
“They’re only five years old. Would they lie?”
“And besides you, who in this house would dare lay a hand on them?”
“Olivia, how could you be so brutal to two five year–old children!”
Claire was still convulsing. Nathan didn’t bother saying anything more. He picked her up, preparing to take her to the hospital
But just then, Olivia suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
Her throat felt blocked, and red hives rapidly spread across her skin–classic signs of an allergic reaction
“…Soy milk… I’m allergic to soybeans…” Olivia struggled to speak, clutching her throat.
She had only consumed a glass of soy milk that morning.
All the household staff knew about her soybean allergy, so they would never add soybeans when making her morning drink.
Anna shot Olivia a triumphant look–she had been the one who added soybeans to the milk.
“…Na…Nathan,” Olivia struggled to breathe as she tried to call out to Nathan, hoping he would take her to the hospital too.
But Nathan only gave her a cold look: “Olivia, stop pretending. Everyone in this house knows about your soybean allergy. Who would dare put soybeans in your milk?”
“You did something terrible, and instead of admitting it, you’re faking an allergic reaction for attention. I’m so disappointed in you.”
With that, he carried Claire out, leaving Olivia alone.
She lay on the floor, abandoned, with no one to hear her desperate pleas for help.
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