Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Olivia’s Enemies React to Tea Time’s Article
The bright glow of Olivia’s phone screen illuminated her dimly lit bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, one leg crossed over the other, lazily scrolling through her notifications—until a certain headline made her breath catch.

“Owen Scott is Officially Off the Market Again!”

Her heart stopped.

Frowning, Olivia clicked on the link, and as the article loaded, her pulse began to race. Line after line, the words blurred together, but the message was clear—Owen was married.

And not just to anyone. To her replacement.

Juliet.

The same mistress he had flaunted shamelessly while they were still married. The same woman who had lingered in the shadows, waiting for Olivia to crumble. The same woman who was now carrying his child.

Olivia’s fingers tightened around her phone, her nails digging into the glass screen.

She read the article again, this time slower, allowing every humiliating detail to sink in.

“Owen’s second wife is a non-celebrity. She doesn’t come from a wealthy family.”

“There are whispers that she was already pregnant before his first marriage officially ended.”

“Olivia, on the other hand, remains single and unable to have children.”

The last line burned her the most.

Olivia’s vision darkened with rage. Her grip on the phone became so tight that she felt the device heat up in her palm.

Owen remarried in just a few weeks?

He got his mistress pregnant while still legally bound to her?

And now he was playing the role of a devoted husband and father-to-be, basking in the praises of the very same public that once crucified her?

Her breath came out in sharp, ragged bursts.

Then, she scrolled to the comments section.

Big mistake.

The words slashed through her like knives.

“Olivia is the one who lost in the end.”

“Owen moved on so easily while she’s still stuck in the ruins of her life.”

“Let this be a lesson to women—never give your whole life to a man.”

“No one should pity Olivia. She deserves everything that’s happening to her.”

Olivia let out a strangled laugh. Bitter. Disbelieving.

Her body trembled as she flung her phone across the room. It hit the vanity mirror with a loud crack!, the screen shattering upon impact.

Her chest heaved. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to rip something apart. She wanted to undo everything.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. She was supposed to win.

Owen was supposed to be the one suffering, not her.

Not her.

A suffocating wave of fury and humiliation crashed over Olivia, drowning her in its suffocating depths.

She dug her nails into her palm, shaking her head violently. “No… no, this isn’t over,” she whispered, her voice venomous.

Her lips curled into a bitter smirk, a dangerous glint flashing in her tear-filled eyes.

If Owen thought he could discard her like trash and live happily ever after with his mistress, he was dead wrong.

—

On the other hand, curled up on her plush pink couch, Ivy was tapping lazily on her phone, scrolling through the latest gossip, when a Tea Time Blog notification popped up at the top of her screen.

“Owen Scott is Officially Off the Market Again! And This Time, It’s Forever—Or Is It?”

Ivy raised a brow. “Oh, this should be good.”

She clicked on the article, her lips twitching in anticipation.

The moment she saw the words “Owen is married… to his longtime mistress”, Ivy snorted so hard she nearly dropped her phone.

And when she read the part about Juliet being already pregnant before Olivia’s marriage even ended?

That was it.

Ivy lost it.

A loud, unfiltered cackle escaped her lips as she threw her head back against the couch. Her shoulders shook, and before she knew it, she was full-on wheezing.

“OH. MY. GOD.” She slapped her thigh. “Olivia got cheated on, divorced, and replaced—all in under two months?!”

The laughter kept spilling out of her, unstoppable. She had to set her phone down to catch her breath, wiping at the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

But it didn’t end there.

She picked up the phone again, scrolled to the comments section, and that’s when she completely lost her mind.

“Olivia is the biggest loser in all this.”

“Owen upgraded and left her behind—LOL.”

“She went from being a wife to being a nobody in record time.”

“Lesson for the ladies: Never think you’re irreplaceable.”

Ivy rolled off the couch, clutching her stomach as another wave of laughter rocked through her.

“She really thought she was untouchable!” Ivy gasped between fits of giggles. “Now look at her! Divorced, barren, and watching her ex live his best life! This serves her right for being an annoying snub!”

The sheer comedy of it all had Ivy wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, catching her breath. “I need to send this to Damien.”

She snapped a screenshot of the best comments and quickly forwarded it to her brother with the caption:

“Tell me why I’m crying real tears reading this”

Still giggling, Ivy sprawled back onto the couch, sighing in satisfaction.

“Karma really doesn’t miss, huh?” she murmured to herself, shaking her head.

And just like that, her night was made.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Wing City was another person who was more excited than Ivy about Tea Time’s latest article.

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The dim glow of her bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room as Casey sat cross-legged on her bed, scrolling through her phone. The moment she saw the latest Tea Time Blog headline, a slow, satisfied smirk curled on her lips.

“Owen Scott is Officially Off the Market Again! And This Time, It’s Forever—Or Is It?”

She clicked on the article, her eyes glinting with amusement.

As she read each paragraph—Owen marrying his mistress, Juliet carrying his child, the possibility that he got her pregnant before even divorcing Olivia—her smirk widened.

Oh, this was gold.

Casey could already picture it;

Olivia, sitting in her grand bedroom, her face twisted in rage, her perfectly manicured fingers digging into the expensive sheets, and then—boom! The sound of glass shattering as she hurled something across the room.

Casey’s smirk deepened.

“Olivia Swift,” she murmured, tilting her head as if speaking directly to her former best friend.

Her voice dripped with cruel amusement.

“This is just the beginning.”

She exhaled through her nose, her smirk never fading as she leaned back against her pillows, imagining Olivia completely losing her mind over the article.

And oh, how Casey wished she could see it happen in real time.