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Chapter 4
At first, Andrew would shove Olivia away, cursing her out with every foul word he could muster. But slowly, his resistance started to fade.
He'd rush to comfort her when she "accidentally" fell or started crying. His gaze, once filled with disgust, turned into something softer—tender, even.
It only took two years for that to happen.
Two years.
I'd known Andrew for over twenty years, loved him for more than ten, but I lost him to her in just two.
During the wedding preparations, Olivia came to see me. She smiled at me with that fake, innocent look in her eyes, the kind that made my blood boil.
"Did you see, Rachel? Neither your mother nor you could ever compete with us."
I smiled, but it was cold. I stepped forward, grabbed her collar, and slapped her across the face—again and again. Twelve times, at least.
Her shrill screams brought Andrew running.
He rushed to her, checking for injuries, then shoved me hard to the ground, furious.
"How could you be so cruel? She's sick! How could you hit her like that?"
I glanced at the scrape on my palm and then pulled out my phone. Without a word, I hit play on the recording I'd made.
Their faces changed in an instant. Andrew's expression shifted between disbelief and suspicion.
Olivia froze for a moment, then instantly burst into tears.
"Sis, you brought me here just to set me up in front of Andrew? I really wanted to make peace with you before I die. Why are you treating me like this?"
Andrew scooped her up in his arms, comforting her like she was the fragile one. Then he turned to me, disappointment in his eyes.
"You've really lost it. If you keep acting like this, I won't be able to come back to you."
With that, he rushed Olivia off to the hospital, leaving me standing there, numb.
Once again, Andrew chose Olivia. Again, I was nothing.
I stayed rooted to the spot, staring at the tiny camera in the ceiling.
...
And just like that, the wedding day arrived.
My father, of course, forbade me from attending. He didn't want me causing any problems.
But I didn't care. Mrs. Johnson had arranged for a live stream, and I was more than happy to watch it unfold from the comfort of my own home.
The camera focused on Andrew and Olivia, and it was everything I had once imagined.
Andrew, tall and handsome in his suit, looked every bit the perfect groom. His eyes, the same eyes that had once been filled with love for me, now looked at Olivia with nothing but tenderness.
Olivia stood beside him, her head lowered, her lips curling into a smile that was all too satisfied.
They made a stunning couple, and even I had to admit it.
Andrew had promised me, time and time again, that there would be no kiss during the ceremony. But when Olivia stood on tiptoe, expectantly waiting, Andrew bent down and kissed her without a second thought.
The crowd cheered. Applause rang through the air. But just as their perfect moment peaked, the police arrived.
They walked straight toward Olivia, badges in hand.
"Miss Olivia Wilson? We've received a report that you're involved in a premeditated murder case. Please come with us."