My Husband Froze My Card on My Birthday novel Chapter 71

Chapter 8

Olivia was eventually resuscitated.

When she woke up, the hospital room was empty except for the steady beeping of the monitor beside her bed

A nurse rushed in as soon as she stirred, urging her to rest a little longer.

But Olivia ignored her. She stubbornly pulled out the IV needle from the back of her hand and stumbled off the bed.

“Miss Sinclair, you can’t be discharged yet!” The nurse tried to stop her in panic.

“Thank you, but I’m dying soon. I don’t want to die here,” Olivia whispered. Her voice was faint, like a feather brushing

against skin but firm, unyielding.

Something in her vacant, lifeless gaze made the nurse instinctively step back.

And just like that, Olivia dragged her bruised, battered body out of the hospital, one slow step at a time.

When she finally pushed open the door to the house, Ethan and Sebastian were lounging on the living room sofa.

Neither of them even looked up at the sound.

“Well, did you finally decide to come back?” Ethan scoffed. “Done faking it now?”

Sebastian flipped through a stack of papers, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “So you even had the nerve to lie about being in emergency care just to get us to let you go?”

“Even if you died for real,” Ethan finally glanced at her, his gaze like ice. “we wouldn’t feel a shred of sorrow.”

Olivia stood at the doorway, sunlight pouring in from behind her, casting a slender shadow on the floor.

She didn’t argue. She didn’t cry. She just looked at them quietly and calmly and turned back toward her room.

For the next few days, Olivia barely left her room. It was as if she had become a ghost drifting through the house, silent.

invisible.

Strangely, Ethan and Sebastian didn’t bother her. They even thought she was finally starting to “behave.”

Until her birthday.

Ethan knocked on her door with a garment bag in hand. “It’s your birthday today. We’ve prepared a little surprise for

you.”

Sebastian stood behind him, wearing an uncharacteristically gentle smile. “Get dressed. We’re taking you somewhere.”

Olivia stared at their faces which were so polished, so fake and almost laughed.

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She already knew what this so–called surprise was.

They were planning to reveal that their parents and Lillian had never died. That it had all been a staged performance.

And then they’d throw her a bone and say everything would go back to how it used to be, as long as she stopped going

after Lillian.

But nothing could go back, not anymore.

“I just need a minute to get ready,” she said softly. “You two go ahead.”

Sebastian frowned for a second, but eventually nodded. “Hurry up. Don’t keep us waiting.”

Once they were gone, Olivia changed into the dress they’d picked–a white gown, elegant and pristine, almost like a

wedding dress.

But she didn’t go to the hotel.

She walked alone to Highmoor Bridge.

The night wind lifted the hem of her dress as the water roared beneath her feet.

She stood at the edge, staring at the glittering lights across the river, and her mind drifted back to a time long ago.

Her father hoisting her on his shoulders to watch the fireworks…

Her mother gently brushing out her hair…

Sebastian scouring the entire street just to find her favorite sweets after she said, “I want candy…”

Ethan blushing under the same starry sky, promising, “Olivia, I’ll always be good to you.”

All those memories now felt like fragments from a dream, distant, unreachable.

Her phone suddenly buzzed.

It was Ethan. “Olivia, where are you? We’re still waiting to surprise you.”

Olivia looked out at the dark, endless water and murmured. “You’ve prepared a surprise for me. I’ve got one for you too.”

“Save it,” Sebastian’s voice suddenly cut in as he snatched the phone from Ethan. “Olivia, just get over here. We have something important to tell you.”

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