bChapter /bb131 /b

OLIVIA’S POV

“You know what? You’re right,” I said as I stood up, brushing invisible dust off my dress as if that would shake away the emotions swirling inside me. My voice was calm, but my insides churned like a raging storm.

He said he could see the truth in me–that I was hurt–and he wasn’t wrong. But I was tired. Tired of pretendingb, /btired of swallowing the pain, and tired of acting like I was unaffected. I couldn’t keep saying one thing and then secretly hoping for something entirely different. That kind of emotional double life had exhausted me.

So now, I was choosing rity. I was choosing truth.

“I’m done lying to myself,” I added quietly. “If I want to move on, then I need to cut off everything that ties me to you, Adrian. I need to stay away from anything that even remotely reminds me of us.” (

With that, I turned and walked toward the wardrobe. My hands trembled slightly as I began digging through the back of the closet, searching for the small box I had packed some of my essentials in–the same one I told myself I wouldn’t need. Turns out, I should have kept it closer all along.

“Yes, I know I slept with her,” Adrian finally said, his voice heavy with guilt. “But I never expected this to happen.”

I froze for a second, letting the weight of his words settle on me like a fresh wound. Slowly, I turned around and looked him in the eye.

“Well, now that you’ve heard the news,” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even, “what are you going to do about it?”

“What’s there to do?” he replied. “I’ll take responsibility. That’s the only right thing.”

Of course, it was. But that didn’t make it easier to hear. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my clothes, stuffing more items into the box. Even if taking responsibility was noble, I hated that he was so ready to do it for Isadora.

“What, do you think I should just send her away when she’s carrying my child?” he asked, almost like he expected a rational answer.

“I don’t expect anything from you, Adrian,” I replied tly, not bothering to look up. “We’re not a couple. We’re two adults. We can do whatever we want.”

That was the truth. Brutal and bitter.

“You’re not even trying to listen,” he muttered, frustration creeping into his tone.

But I ignored him. My silence was louder than anything I could have said at that moment. I continued folding and packing, making sure not to let a single tear fall. Then I heard him speak again, more confused now.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What does it look like?b” /bshot back. “I’m packing.”

“Why are you doing that? You’re not allowed to go on trips–I made that clear.”

I zipped the box and dragged it out from the wardrobe, standing tall as I finally faced him again.

“I’m not going on a trip, Adrian,” I said, voice steely. “I’m leaving this house. For good.”

His face fell. “What are you saying? bI /bnever told you to leave.”

“That’s because I don’t need your permission anymore. I’ve outgrown that version of me,” I said, brushing past him toward the door.

He followed, desperate, “Are you forgetting what I’ll do if you break our agreement?”

bI /bstopped, turning to face him once more. “Release the video of me killing someone?b” /bI asked coolly. b“/bbDid /bbyou /bbreally /bthink bI’d /bstill bbe /bbcornered /bbby /bbthat/bb? /b

b11:08 /bbSat/bb, /b31 May Guu

Chapter b131 /b

While you were busy ying house with her, I handled that mess. I’m not the helpless woman you once controlled.”

“If the news you heard downstairs is causing you not to think, I suggest you calm down and put your head together, Adrian said coldly, his barms /bcrossed and voice eerilyposed, “Because if you cross that door with that luggage, there will be consequences you might not recover from.

bI /bstared at him, barely believing my ears. “Have you even been listening to anything I’m saying?” I asked, my voice rising with frustration band /bdisbelief. Did he truly think I was bluffing? That I was just throwing a tantrum?

Fine.

“Wait a second,” I said and reached into my pocket for my phone. “I think you need some proof.”

Julian had sent me the recording earlier–the confession, the one thing that tied all the pieces together. I hadn’t nned to show Adrian just byet/bb, /bbut it seemed this was the perfect moment.

I unlocked my phone, scrolled to the video, and hit y.

The moment the video began to y, I saw it–the way his face shifted. The flicker of recognition in his eyes, the way his posture stiffened, the guilt and panic shing across his face like thunderclouds on a clear sky.

There was no denying it now. He knew exactly what this was.

“So please,” I said, holding the phone up for him to see clearly, “be my guest and release the footage of me. Do your worst. Because nowb, /bthe world bwill /balso know how you were involved in framing me.”

His mouth parted slightly. “How… how did you get this?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of fear.

I didn’t bother answering him. What was the point? If he still believed I was someone he could manipte, he was sorely mistakenb. /bI had nothing more to

say.

I turned to grab my luggage, ready to walk away, but bof /bcourse, he couldn’t let me go that easily.

“I’m not done with you,” he said sharply, his voiceced with desperation, authority, and something else–fear, maybe?

I turned around slowly, my hand on the doorknob. “But I’m done with you, Adrian,” I said firmly, each word like a knife cutting through thest string of attachment I had left. “I’m done with all of this. I’m done ying your games. It’s toxicb. /bIt’s mentally draining. And I just can’t take it anymore.”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself onest time. “Like I said earlierb, /bmy driver is waiting. So I sincerely wish you a lovely life with your unborn child.”

And that was it.

Those were my final words to him. No tears. No begging. Just the truth.

I turned and walked away, expecting him to stop me, to say something–anything. But he didn’t. He just stood there, frozen in shockb, /bunable bto /bmove or speak. Maybe he finally realized I was serious. Maybe it hit him that I wasn’t the same Olivia he could control.

I walked down the stairs with ba /bsense of liberation in my chest. But bof /bcourse, standing at the bottom like a vulture waiting to gloat, was her.

Isadora.

She stood there with that smug, irritating smile on her face, arms folded like she’d won something. I stared at her for a brief momentb, /band in that “te, I made myself a silent promise.

bShe /bcould enjoy ‘iher /ilittle victory–for now. But this wasn’t the end. Once I put everything I needed in ce, I would be backb. /bbAnd /bbI’d /bbmake /bbsure /bbshe /bregretted every smug grin she ever dared to throw my way.

bI /bstepped into the backseat bof /bthe waiting car, the driver already prepared to leave. As we pulled away, I looked back at bthe /bhouse.

The mansion that had once looked like a dream… now felt like a prison I had finally broken free from.

11:08 Sat, 31 May GUN

These past few months living there had been nothing short of hell. A maze of betrayal, lies, and pain,

Now, I was finally free.

And no, I wasn’t going to miss it. Not even a little.

bAD /b

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