Chapter 2
Author: Jessy Writes
last update2025-06-02 07:27:25

Olivia walked into the living room, carrying her fancy handbag. She was dressed in a flirty see-through sleeveless top, tight blue jeans, and black boots.

No one said anything when she asked what was going on. Olivia was curious and a bit worried. She wanted to know why her husband was lying on the floor.

She knew her parents had always wanted to get rid of Jack so she could marry someone wealthy but she didn't want to get married to someone who would control her.

She felt disappointed with her husband for annoying her family, "What did you do this time?" She turned to Jack and asked him.

"I... I accidentally spilled coffee on Amy, I didn't mean to, Olivia." Jack said and avoided making eye contact with her.

Olivia turned to her elder brother and said, "Enough, Chris."

"I'm not finished with him yet," Chris stated as he continued to hit Jack.

"Chris, that's enough. Put down the belt." Olivia ordered Chris. She dropped her bags on the table and tried to stop him.

Just then, Jack started convulsing and without a second, he was unconscious.

Hurriedly, Olivia bent over to where he lay and checked if he was still breathing.

Relieved to find he was still breathing, she grabbed her phone and dialed an emergency number.

"Hello! What's your emergency?" a voice responded from the other end.

"Hello! Come over to the Rhoades mansion. My husband was ambushed by some thugs down the street, and he's badly injured..." She lied. She did that to protect her family's image.

"Alright! On our way!” The person on the line said.

After the call, Olivia turned her head to Chris, then she glanced at Damien and Amy. After that, she shifted her gaze to her mom. It was like she was asking them a question with her eyes, especially when she looked at her mom.

"Don't even give me that look. Did you ask what your sorry excuse of a husband did?" Mrs. Patricia broke the silence, putting down her coffee cup. She was upset.

"Do you all want to kill my husband? What's wrong with you people? Mom? Chris?" Olivia yelled.

“The son of a b*tch you call a husband has grown wings. He needs to be shown his place in this house." Chris barked at Olivia and walked out of the dining room.

“What if he dies?" She asked, and then changed her tone and said. "I'm not saying you shouldn't beat him up. Of course, I don't care if you beat him but don't beat him to the point of death. Okay?" She said and began walking towards her room.

In truth, Olivia was no different when it came to her treatment of Jack. She seemed as indifferent and cold-hearted as the rest of her family.

They can control him, maltreat him, and even beat him up, she doesn't care as long as they don't kill him.

"What good is he to you then?" Her mother asked her. "Divorce this thing and look for someone worthy of you. If you're not good with choices, I can pick someone for you. There are better suitors."

"Mom, I thought we have had this conversation before. I don't want to talk about it." Olivia replied.

"Well, you'll keep sending him to the hospital every week, sis," Damien said with a mocking tone.

Everyone laughed!

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived and Jack was taken to the hospital.

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Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jack was admitted to a ward, and the doctors began some medical procedures to revive him.

After about a day, he opened his eyes and discovered that he was in a different place.

"He's awake!" A nurse exclaimed and came closer to check on his pulse.

"Calm down. Are you alright?" The nurse asked him as she continued to monitor him.

"Get the doctor, please!" A familiar voice sobbed in a pitiful tone. Judging from the way the voice sounded, one could notice she had been crying for hours.

Jack was surprised and startled at the same time as he realized that It was his wife who was crying. Olivia Rhoades!

She has been here the whole time watching over him and waiting for when he'll wake up.

‘What is she doing here?’ Jack thought to himself. He hated everything about her and her family and he knew she was faking the tears.

When the nurse left, Olivia immediately stopped the fake cry. She noticed that Jack was looking at her in a surprised way, and that infuriated her.

"What are you looking at, fool? Do I look like a muse to you?" She scowled at him and became more serious. "It's because of your stupidity that I have to be here. You're good for nothing."

If not that slapping him would be noticed by the doctors, she would have given him fifteen dirty slaps just now.

Jack just kept mute.

"Oh! You think I care? Now listen and listen very carefully, if the doctors ask you about what happened, you must tell them you were ambushed by a group of thugs. Because if you tell the truth and ruin my family reputation, you know what I will do to you, b*stard," she warned.

Jack knew better than to disobey her. His life is in her hands and even if he ends up telling the truth, he doesn't have concrete evidence to back up his claim.

The fact that he'd still go back to the house after everything since he's still in a contract marriage with Olivia would make things worse for him.

So he was wise to obey her, right?

"Do you hear me?"

He nodded, agreeing to her every demand, and he couldn't help it.

"Good. Also, I want you to tell them that you are fit to go because I can't afford to let you stay longer here for so many reasons."

She wanted to say something else but then, the doctor walked in and she kept quiet. Instead, she began faking cries again.

"Hello, are you feeling better?" the doctor asked.

Jack nodded. He doesn't want to start up any conversations.

"What a lovely wife, you've got. She's been here the whole day." The doctor remarked when he noticed Olivia crying.

Jack didn't know whether to laugh or get sad at the statement. 'Lovely What! I wish the world could see what I'm going through.' He thought.

The doctor began checking his vital organs and tissues and found out that he had many bruises. "Well, it seems you have some bruises all over you…"

"I'... I'm… fine," Jack cut him off in a low voice. "I need to go home."

"What?" The nurse was surprised. "That's impossible, you can't be serious. Your body still hurts."

"I said I'm fine!" Jack yelled at her. He was sorry he had to be rude to her but that's the only way they'd let him go.

"Alright then." The doctor said and exited the ward.

Olivia went and signed his name off and they both walked out of the hospital room

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