The Scott Family's Private Residence.
The faint hum of Olivia's phone vibrating against the polished surface of her nightstand broke the silence of her bedroom. She glanced at the screen, her brows knitting together as she read the message:
"Owen's at Skylight Nightclub partying with a woman. I thought you should know."
Her jaw tightened, and anger surged through her veins. Tossing the phone onto the bed, she grabbed her jacket and bag and stormed out of the room.
"Get the car ready!" she ordered the chauffeur as she stepped outside, her heels clicking against the stone driveway.
The car ride was tense. Olivia sat stiffly, her fists clenched in her lap, her mind replaying the humiliation she had endured at Owen's hands. Tonight, she would not stay silent.
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