The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 101

But Olivia didn’t last long.

After standing in the rain for two days at Camp Liberty, then enduring the grueling trip to Lakewood County by bus and ox cart, her body was done. Her immune system was shot.

Her face burned, breath came in gasps, and before she could even splash water on her face, she collapsed.

When she woke, she was in bed, a cool washcloth on her forehead.

“You’re up,” Charlie said, perched nervously by her side. “Doc came by. Said you’ve got a bad fever. You need rest.”

Olivia tried to sit up, then froze–she was in fresh clothes. Her eyes flicked to Charlie.

He turned red as a beet. “It wasn’t me I swear! I got Mrs. Clark from next door to help. Doc said your was too high, you needer be changed I didn’t touch you!”

ic was so earnest–flaili

he needed ten mouths to explain–that Olivia let out a soft

Bu’re my husband now

d gently. “Even if you had, it’s fine. Thanks for looking out for me.”

pish. “Just doing my part. You being here like this

otta be

Charlie rubbed his no

tough. Sorry it’s no

His awkward

She was

sure sha

move

Something in Olivia, and she smiled back.

days. Charlie never left her side–bringing icine on time, even calling the doctor ba st anything.

her fate; if Charlie had pushed for

er start to let her walls down.

ally broke, she was done

e a city girl, but

this.”

weat, making

e never made a

e along. But he didn’t.

1. p. Village life meant field work,

on work clothes.

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Olivia flashed a sweet smile. “We’re married now. If you’re working, so am I. If I’m beat, I’ll head

back. Promise.”

Charlie couldn’t argue. After a slew of warnings, he caved and let her tag along.

The sun was brutal. Sweat soon dripped down Olivia’s face, soaking her clothes. But military drills had taught her to push through worse.

Kneeling in the dirt, pulling weeds, her simple outfit hugged her frame, highlighting her elegance. Her fair skin and sharp features gleamed like a gem in the mud. Nearby villagers whispered to

Charlie.

“Where’d you find a wife like that? She’s a knockout No wedding bash?”

“If I had a girl like her, she wouldn’t lift a finger. You treating her right, Charlie?”

ace burned red.

ching his embarra

od and wiped her brow.

smoothly. A wedding’s just fluff. Why waste cash? We’d

iping because

er save for a re

Her words wo

murmuring

e older women, who’d been eyeing her all morning, nodded,

d she was.

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