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The Wife Nobody Wanted
A Psychological Thriller of Betrayal, Survival, and Revenge

Olivia Sinclair has been many things—a wife, a widow, a fugitive. But one thing she has never been is wanted. Framed for a murder she didn’t commit, hunted by a ruthless crime syndicate, and betrayed by the only man she ever trusted, Olivia is running out of time and allies.

When a cryptic message leads her back to a past she buried, Olivia must unravel a deadly conspiracy before it consumes her. Secrets long thought forgotten are surfacing, and the truth is more dangerous than she ever imagined. Because in this game, survival isn’t about who you trust—it’s about who you outlast.

As enemies multiply and shadows close in, Olivia is forced to ask herself the one question she has spent her life avoiding: If no one wants you alive, how far will you go to stay that way?

Indefinite Sequel Expansions:

Each installment in The Wife Nobody Wanted series will push Olivia deeper into a world of lies, deception, and danger. Whether she is hunted by the past, drawn into new betrayals, or forced to face the ghosts she thought she had escaped, one thing is certain—Olivia’s fight is never truly over.

Future Expansions Could Include:

The Wife Nobody Could Find – Olivia disappears, but when a shocking crime bears her signature, the world asks: is she dead, or has she become something far worse?

The Wife Nobody Could Forgive – A survivor of Olivia’s past seeks vengeance, forcing her to face the sins she thought were buried forever.

The Wife Nobody Saved – As Olivia’s enemies close in, an impossible choice awaits: escape once and for all, or save someone she once swore to abandon.

The Wife Nobody Could Kill – A final showdown against the crime syndicate that has haunted her—where every ally is a potential traitor, and every betrayal could be her last.

In a world where trust is a weakness and survival is a gamble, Olivia Sinclair is the woman nobody wanted—until the moment they needed her dead.

The Wife Nobody Wanted

The Accusations Begin

Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glare down on the clean, gray walls of the interrogation room. Olivia's wrists were cuffed to the metal table, her skin a sickly, drawn pale color. Across from her, Detective Harris leaned forward, his sharp-angled face a mask of suspicion.

Let's go over it again," he said, his voice steady but firm. "You report returning home, finding your husband dead, and not being involved in his murder. But there's evidence to the contrary."

Olivia's throat ached from repetitive questioning. "I didn't kill him. I loved him.".

Harris's eyebrow arched. "Loved him? Even after he controlled your every move? After he had a private investigator uncover your past?"

Olivia's eyes faltered with fear. "You don't understand. Victor was… complicated. But I didn't want him dead."

Before Harris could respond, the door burst open. Helena Harrington strode in, designer heels clacking aggressively on the floor. Her blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, but her face was twisted with rage.

"You!" she bellowed, shaking a manicured finger at Olivia. "You killed him! You wanted his wealth, and now you have it!"

Olivia cringed. "Helena, I didn't—"

Don't lie to me!" Helena's voice cracked, the tears streaming down her face. "You were never good enough for him. You were just a gold-digger, and you've destroyed everything!"

Harris got up and moved between them. "Miss Harrington, you must calm down."

Helena flung a final angry look at Olivia and stormed off, her sobbing echoing down the hall.

Olivia sat on the bed, her head reeling. The apartment was small and sparsely furnished, a world away from the opulence of the Harrington mansion. But it was safe—or so she thought.

There was a knock at the door that made her jump. She stayed put, then crossed over, looking through the peephole. There was nobody.

She opened the door, looking out into the empty hallway. There was a package on the floor, wrapped in brown paper. Her name was scrawled on the front in messy letters.

Olivia grabbed it, trembling as she unwrapped it. Underneath was an old photo of her and Damien Cross, a man she had believed died years ago.

A note was tucked underneath the photo: You should have remained hidden.

Olivia's blood went cold. She closed the door, her heart hammering away.

Olivia stood at the window, city lights twinkling far off in the distance. She felt exposed, open.

Movement at the corner of her eye left her gasping. She stood forward, catching her breath as a figure crested into view.

He was a man, his hooded head revealing but a glimmer of his features. He stood under her window, his eyes pinning hers in place.

Olivia retreated, her heart pounding. The man was gone, slipping back into darkness, leaving Olivia with an unholy feeling that would not release her.

Chapter 4: The First Suspect