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The billionaire husband who tried to kill me

"Sign the divorce papers, Olivia... or I'll make sure you never wake up again." I thought marriage meant love, loyalty, and forever. But the night I overheard my husband plotting my downfall with my sister-in-law, my world shattered. The man I had sacrificed everything for was only after my family's wealth and worse, he wanted me dead. Drugged. Betrayed. Left bleeding while he ran to the arms of his ex. That was Marcus Thompson, the man everyone believed was the perfect billionaire husband. But I won't go down quietly. With enemies in my own family and assassins at my doorstep, I must fight back. And when David, the man who risked his life to save mine, steps in, I begin to see what true love really feels like. Now, I'm trapped between a husband who would rather bury me than let me go, and a man willing to risk everything to protect me. In a world built on lies, betrayal, and deadly secrets... who can I trust when even love could be a weapon?
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Chapter 2

Olivia's POV

"Damn!" I cursed as I tried to get up, but my ankle wouldn't let me.

Murmurs erupted in the crowd as everyone pointed fingers at me and openly mocked me.

"I always knew there's no love in their marriage."

"True, I heard she seduced Marcus and forced him to marry her."

"She is just a desperate bitch!"

Those were some of the words people were saying about me. I ignored them, as my main focus was to get myself to the hospital. Defending myself to them wouldn't change the fact that Macus doesn't love me.

I retrieved my phone from my purse and called Jane, my best friend, to come take me to the hospital.

> > > > > > >

Jane and I arrived at the hospital late. It was already 9:20 p.m. The ER was quiet because there's usually no rush at this time.

"Look, Oliv, isn't that your husband?" Jane asked, pointing at Macus, who was holding onto another woman-Sophia.

I sighed. "Let's go get my legs treated," I said.

We left there to go see a doctor.

My leg and minor wounds were treated. The doctor said my ankle was badly injured, so he made me wear a cast.

"You should be more careful, especially when you are working," the doctor advised.

"Thank you, doctor," I said and left his office.

Just when we were out of the office, we bumped into Marcus and Sophia.

Macus looked surprised to see me.

"What are you doing here, Oliv?" he asked, subconsciously standing in front of Sophia, shielding her from me as if I'd attack her.

I was hurt by that action but quickly waved off that emotion.

"Did you forget that your sister pushed me off the balcony?" I asked him.

Marcus looked down at my leg. Remorse flashed in his eyes when he saw the cast, but Sophia's words made the remorse vanish in a second.

"Come on, that was just an accident. It's not a big deal," she said.

"Not a big deal? How about I take you to a balcony and make you fall from there?" I fired back, anger brewing inside me.

"You..."

I ignored her and faced Jane. "Let's go. I don't have time for dramas."

Jane nodded. We turned around and approached the exit door.

"Did you see that? She disrespected me," I heard Sophia whining to Marcus.

"Hold on!" he called. "Apologize to her," he said to me.

I looked around, pretending like I was looking for something. "Who should I apologize to?"

"Sophia," he replied. "She was involved in a fatal accident on her way from the airport. She hasn't recovered yet. Don't spoil her mood because it'll affect her recovery."

My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of what he just said, but there was absolutely no sense in it.

Besides, Sophia doesn't look like she was in a fatal accident. Truly, love is blind!

"Apologize now," Marcus said.

Sophia was staring with a victorious smirk. I simply scoffed.

"No." I turned away from them. Jane and I left the hospital without giving them a second glance.

> > > > > > >

>The Next Morning<

I woke up to my phone beeping. I looked at the other side of the bed and rolled my eyes when I realized Marcus didn't come home last night.

My phone wouldn't stop beeping, so I reached for it. A message from Sophia popped up, and it read: How did it feel seeing the man you love abandon you for another woman? Did you like my surprise?

Attached to the message was a photo of Sophia and Marcus in bed. Marcus was sleeping with his head resting on Sophia's chest.

Before I could get the time to feel hurt, the door pushed open and Marcus came in.

"Hey, baby, you're awake!" he said, rushing to me with a smile.

He sat by my side on the bed and started caressing my face. I smiled when I saw Sophia's red lipstick on his cheek, but he thought I was smiling at him.

"I'm sorry about last night," he said, his voice calm and apologetic. "I was just confused by everything that's been happening. Sophia came back suddenly, and she was involved in an accident. I was just going crazy."

Crazy for the love of his life. Unfortunately, that's not me.

"I realized that my actions humiliated you last night. I heard some rumors about you, and I'd like to clear them up. So, I'm hosting another party tonight, and I've sent the invitations out. Get ready and attend it. I'll make sure I debunk all the rumors," he said.

I could only smile as I listened to him speak. He had no idea I came back to the hospital to retrieve my phone last night and overheard him and Natalie talking. They want to use this opportunity to humiliate me more.

"Wear something nice. I want you to show everyone that you're the queen of my empire!" he winked at me.

"Really? You'll debunk the rumors?" I asked.

"Yes. I can't sit back and let people talk trash about you," he answered with a serious expression, as if he were offended thinking about the rumors.

"Okay. I'll come. Just send me the address."

"Great." He planted a kiss on my forehead before exiting the room.

What a pretentious imp....

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