The news was spreading like wildfire. My name was everywhere, dragged through the mud. Marco had set me up to be the villain—the heartless wife who cheated after losing her daughter. The world believed him.
I needed to face him. I needed to see for myself the monster he had become.
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When I arrived home—our pathtic home—I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Something was wrong.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt it. The air was heavy. The house, too quiet. Then I heard a soft, mocking laugh from upstairs.
My chest tightened. I followed the sound, my heart pounding. The bedroom door was open.
And there she was. Selena. In my bed. Wearing my wedding ring.
She smirked as she lazily stretched, the silk sheets barely covering her body. “Took you long enough.”
I froze in the doorway. And then… Marco walked out of the bathroom, buttoning his shirt.
My breath caught. He wasn’t even surprised to see me. If anything, he looked amused.
“Like what you see?” he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. “You bastard.”
Selena laughed. “Oh, Olivia, don’t look so heartbroken. Did you really think you were his one and only?”