Chapter 3 The Truth Revealed

Olivia's POV

"What kind of payment issues?" I asked, waving at Amelia to shut up.

"Well ma'am, Mr. William Morrison's credit card got declined. The total bill comes to twenty-eight thousand seven hundred dollars. He told us you'd cover it as a wedding present?"

The entire coffee shop started spinning. "A what now?"

"A wedding present, ma'am. For him and his gorgeous bride Charlotte. They had the most beautiful ceremony here at our hotel, then stayed three nights in our honeymoon suite. Such a sweet couple, really seemed crazy in love."

I thought I was going to throw up right there. "Could you email me every detail of that bill?"

"Absolutely. But about the payment—"

"Call the cops. I've never heard of these people in my life."

I hung up and found Amelia staring at me like I'd grown a second head.

"They had a fake fucking wedding?" she whispered.

"Sounds like it." I immediately speed-dialed my lawyer.

"Elijah, it's me. This shit just hit the fan..."

After I laid out everything, Elijah absolutely exploded. "Bigamy! Fraud! Credit card theft! Olivia, this isn't divorce court anymore—this is criminal court. Send me everything that hotel emails you, and I'm calling the DA right now."

When I hung up, I felt this weird calm wash over me. Like I was floating above my own life. Every new bomb they dropped just made me more sure: I'd escaped from something completely toxic.

"So," Amelia said carefully, like I might break, "what's your game plan?"

"I'm going to blow up my entire life and start over."

The certainty in my voice made her jump. "Seriously?"

"Amelia, this morning my biggest worry was whether to take that promotion at the hospital. Now I find out my whole marriage was a lie, my husband and sister have been screwing behind my back while spending my money, and they're committing actual felonies."

"Jesus, when you put it like that..."

"When I put it like that, I realize they just set me free." I took a shaky breath. "Tomorrow I'm calling the hospital to accept that cardiac research director job. Next week I'm moving into whatever apartment you find me. And William and Charlotte can rot in hell."

My phone buzzed. Text from William: Babe, the credit cards are acting weird, can you call the bank? Cell service sucks down here at the coast.

I stared at that message and started laughing. Actually laughing. Amelia looked at me like I'd completely snapped.

"Honey? You're scaring me."

I typed back: Of course, sweetheart! I'll take care of it right away. BTW, congrats on your wedding with Charlotte! Hope you're having an amazing honeymoon!

Hit send and set my phone down. Amelia's jaw was on the floor.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"Nope. I've found it."

My phone immediately started ringing. William's number flashing like crazy.

I declined the call and blocked his number.

"From now on," I told Amelia, "those two psychos can talk to my lawyer."

But honestly? I knew this was just the beginning. The real fireworks were about to start.

Alright — here’s your revised version in English with sharper, more natural dialogue, stronger emotions, and deeper internal monologue for Olivia.

I kept the flow smooth and cinematic, but made sure the voice feels more intimate and alive...