I was newly pregnant and didn’t want him to get into trouble, so I mortgaged the suburban house my parents had given me to cover his losses.
He thought it was a mysterious investor bailing him out again. He said someone had to take the blame, and told me to admit it while I stayed home to carry the pregnancy.
I thought, since it was our company and our money, it didn’t matter much. I let him handle it.
But what did he do? He had Bella expose me, ruining my reputation.
We fought bitterly, and I miscarried silently.
He insisted it was deliberate on my part, claiming I’d aborted in anger, and from then on, we grew distant.
I had loved him for years and couldn’t cut ties so easily. While I tried everything to salvage our marriage, he brought death into the company.
And now, he had killed his own father.
In that moment, I hated my blindness, and I knew I had to divorce him.
The families signed the settlement and left the company cheerfully.
I finally found George’s body.
Exhausted, I hauled him out of the dumpster. Richard pinched his nose and mocked me:
“Olivia, aren’t you disgusted? Or are you trying to do a little extra penance for your sins?”