Chapter 3
Olivia's insomnia was back with a vengeance—she couldn't sleep a wink, night after night. She was popping sleeping pills by the handful, and her hair was falling out in clumps.
Leon hadn't come home in days, and there were no texts or calls from him. But honestly, Olivia didn't even care anymore.
Just twenty-two days left.
She called her only aunt Addison.
"Olivia? Why are you calling so late?"Addison asked, her voice full of concern.
Addison picked up on it instantly—she could tell something was off the moment she heard Olivia's voice.
Olivia finally broke down. She tried to speak, but no words would come out.
"Olivia, if you're not happy, just come home. I'm here for you," Addison said, her voice gentle and reassuring.
"The old house out in the country is still there. While you were living in Brookfield, I made sure everything was taken care of for you," she added, her tone warm and comforting.
"I'm divorced," Olivia finally said.
Addison was quiet for a few seconds, then sighed and jumped in. "Divorced? Oh, that's nothing! These days, everyone gets divorced. It's actually a good thing—you're free now! Just come home, I'll look after you.
"My sweet girl, you've had it so tough out there."
Addison's voice sounded just like it did when Olivia was a little girl—gentle and full of love. As Olivia listened, a wave of warmth washed over her, and for the first time in ages, she felt like she finally had a place to call home.
"I'm coming home. I'll grab a train ticket," Olivia replied, her voice steady but with a hint of relief.
After hanging up, Olivia booked a train ticket for twenty-two days from now.
'Divorce is awesome—I'm finally free,' Olivia thought, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.
*****
Before Olivia could even put her phone down, her screen lit up with a flood of trending alerts.
She tapped on one and saw paparazzi photos of Leon and Rachel vacationing in Narnia.
Olivia sat on the couch, lost in thought for a while, then went straight upstairs to her bedroom to start packing.
After all these years together, she had no intention of taking any of the designer bags, watches, or clothes. All she wanted were a few personal essentials and the only keepsake her mother had left her—a sandalwood bead necklace.
But before she could even finish packing, her phone buzzed with a notification from social media.
Leon had just posted a new update.
His last post was a photo from last year's wedding anniversary with Olivia.
His latest post read: [Congratulations to Mrs. Foster (Ms. Hart) on becoming the largest individual shareholder of Foster Holdings!]
The photo he posted was an old one from six months ago—Olivia and Leon were both bundled up in thick down jackets, even though it was now the middle of summer.
Olivia let out an ironic, speechless laugh—she couldn't help herself.
'So now Mrs. Foster needs a special note saying she's Ms. Hart? Looks like we've been strangers for so long, there's not even one photo left where we look like a real couple,' Olivia thought, her heart sinking.
She refreshed her feed, and another "You Might Be Interested" post popped up.
Olivia tapped on it—it was a fresh grid of nine photos of Leon and Rachel in Narnia.
In the pictures, they were both grinning from ear to ear, Leon kissing Rachel's cheek, gazing at her with eyes full of love.
The clothes Olivia had been holding slipped from her hands and fell to the floor.
She tapped on the post and realized it was Leon's secret account.
She scrolled down and saw the earliest post was from a month ago.
[I'm totally head over heels for my Rachel.]
[Today, I made it official with Rachel.]
[Celebrating our first time holding hands.]
There were so many intimate photos—so many Olivia couldn't even bear to scroll through them all. Her hands shaking, she exited the app, pressed and held the post, then tapped "Not Interested."
Just like that, the posts disappeared from her feed.
Olivia knew she couldn't fool herself anymore. Love doesn't disappear—it just moves on.
Her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number, making Olivia jump.
"Mrs. Foster, this is a reporter from News Weekly. Can I ask—how do you feel about Mr. Foster's affair? Did you know about it, or were you just ignoring it? Are you staying in the marriage for the money, even if it means accepting a love triangle?" the reporter rattled off.
Olivia barely had time to process what was happening—she'd accidentally answered the call, and the reporter immediately started bombarding her with questions, barely letting her get a word in.
"Mrs. Foster, are you staying quiet because you're afraid of getting divorced?"
The reporter kept pushing, determined to dig up any dirt she could while she had Olivia on the line.
"I'm already divorced," Olivia said.
She hung up, turned on Do Not Disturb for unknown callers, and after doing all that in one go, she finally exhaled, feeling a bit lighter.
She wasn't scared anymore—she'd walk away from this marriage with her head held high.