Revenge After Divorce (Olivia and Nick) novel Chapter 6

NICK

Two years have passed since that woman humiliated me, since I found out she stole millions from me.

How could I have been so stupid and blind? When Sandra told me that Olivia had a hand in what happened to my mother all those years ago—how they met, how Olivia “just happened” to save her from being hit by a car—I refused to believe it at first. I thought my wife could never be capable of such things.

Then she gave me that recording of their phone call, where Olivia had admitted everything: how she’d landed her “golden goose,” how her life was going to change for her and her grandmother. As if that weren’t enough, she stole from me. Sandra had showed me the proof.

I recovered some of the money, but only a small portion. Thinking about her still fills me with rage. How could she have been so cruel? My mother loved her!

“Nick!” Sandra snapped me out of my thoughts. “It’s almost time to go pick up your parents. I’m finishing up with dinner. It'll be ready by the time you get back.”

If it weren’t for Sandra these last two years, I don’t think I would’ve made it through.

My parents have been traveling the world, and they’re coming home today. They’re going to be so disappointed when they find out what happened with Olivia. My poor mother. She trusted that good-for-nothing woman.

Anger surged as I grabbed my keys.

“Nick!” Sandra's voice stopped me again. I turned to face her.

“Don’t think about her,” she said softly. “It only makes you angry. Today is about your parents coming home. Let’s focus on celebrating, not on the past.”

I gave her a small smile. What would I have done without her?

At the airport, I spotted my mom first, followed by my dad, and their guards carrying the bags. Her face lit when she saw me. She rushed over, throwing herself into my arms. I laughed, hugging her back as Dad shook his head.

“You’re suffocating our son, woman!” he grumbled. Mom shot him a glare over her shoulder, and he raised his hands up in mock surrender. Watching them, a wave of sadness washed over me. I had thought Olivia and I would have what they had. I guess it wasn’t meant to be.

“Goodness! You’re so thin! Does Olivia not feed you anymore? Where is she, anyway?” Mom asked, her smile fading slightly.

I sighed. This wasn’t the time or place to tell them. “Let's get home, and I’ll explain everything,” I said.

They exchanged a glance, and Mom's face brightened again. “Don't tell me she's at home with a baby! Oh, I knew she’d give me a grandchild soon!”

My heart sank. She had no idea Olivia never wanted kids—only my money.