The bright glow of Olivia's phone screen illuminated her dimly lit bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, one leg crossed over the other, lazily scrolling through her notifications—until a certain headline made her breath catch.
"Owen Scott is Officially Off the Market Again!"
Her heart stopped.
Frowning, Olivia clicked on the link, and as the article loaded, her pulse began to race. Line after line, the words blurred together, but the message was clear—Owen was married.
And not just to anyone. To her replacement.
Juliet.
The same mistress he had flaunted shamelessly while they were still married. The same woman who had lingered in the shadows, waiting for Olivia to crumble. The same woman who was now carrying his child.
Olivia's fingers tightened around her phone, her nails digging into the glass screen.
She read the article again, this time slower, allowing every humiliating detail to sink in.