Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Olivia Basks in Joy
The Swift Family’s Residence.

The scent of lavender and coconut filled the air as wisps of steam curled above the warm bathwater. Olivia leaned back against the edge of the tub, her body submerged in the soothing heat while delicate bubbles floated around her.

A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted the silk headband holding back her damp hair.

In one hand, she held a flute of chilled champagne; in the other, her tablet, displaying Tea Time’s latest gossip article, before she swiped her finger across the screen to read from another gossip site.

As her eyes scanned the words, a slow, wicked smirk stretched across her lips.

“Owen Scott has officially filed for divorce. His second marriage, which barely lasted three months, has gone up in flames. Sources confirm that he kicked his wife, Juliet, out of his home before she even had a chance to recover from childbirth. The once ‘happy couple’ is now nothing more than a disaster story fit for the history books.”

Olivia let out a low chuckle, taking a slow sip of her champagne.

“Let’s not forget Olivia Swift, the woman wrongly accused of harming Juliet. If there’s one person we imagine is enjoying this news the most, it’s none other than Owen’s ex-wife. After all, karma works fast, doesn’t it?”

Olivia tossed her head back and laughed. Oh, how poetic this all was.

Reclining deeper into the bubbles, she took another sip, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the glass. “Oh, these gossip blogs,” she murmured, eyes gleaming with amusement. “You all always know exactly what to say.”

And as the candlelight flickered around her, Olivia basked in the sweet, intoxicating satisfaction of watching Owen’s world crumble—just as he had once tried to do to hers.

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The Scott Family’s Main Residence.

Meanwhile, the air in the Scott family’s estate was thick with tension.

Owen stood in the middle of the grand sitting room, his head slightly lowered, as his parents sat across from him with stormy expressions.

His father, Richard, was gripping his cane so tightly that his knuckles had turned white while Patricia sat stiffly beside him, her lips pressed into a tight, disapproving line.

“So,” Richard finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “After everything, after making a spectacle of yourself, after dragging this family’s name through the mud, after swearing Olivia was guilty—this is what it comes to?”

Owen clenched his fists. “I didn’t know Juliet was lying—”

“You didn’t know?” Patricia snapped, her sharp gaze piercing through him. “Owen, you let your personal grudges blind you! You accused Olivia in public, humiliated her, and you were prepared to send her to prison!”

Richard scoffed. “And to think, we actually defended you. We were foolish enough to believe you were a victim in all this when, in reality, you were nothing but a gullible fool who allowed a scheming woman to ruin him not once but twice.”

Owen’s jaw tightened. “Juliet manipulated me—”

“Then how many more women will manipulate you, Owen?” Richard’s voice boomed as he slammed his cane against the floor. “How many times will you let yourself be made a fool of before you finally use your damn brain?”

Owen opened his mouth to argue, but Richard lifted a hand, silencing him immediately.

“I’ve had enough,” Richard declared, his voice laced with finality. “You are leaving Wing City.”

Owen’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“You heard me,” Richard continued, his tone brokering no argument. “You will leave this city, this family, and everything tied to our name. Go somewhere else and start over. You have embarrassed us enough.”

Patricia, who had been silently fuming, exhaled deeply and turned her gaze to her son. “And one more thing,” she said, her voice softer but just as sharp. “Never think about marriage again until you are at least forty. You have proven, time and time again, that you are not mature enough to handle it.”

Owen’s face burned with humiliation.

“You can’t be serious—”

Richard shot him a glare. “Do you want to test me?”

Owen clenched his fists, swallowing the bitter taste of defeat. He wanted to argue, to fight back, but deep down, he knew it was useless.

His father had spoken. And this time, there was no escaping the consequences of his entanglements with both Olivia and Juliet.

It was all their fault for putting him in this mess!

***

The Swift Family’s Residence.

The next morning…

The clinking of cutlery echoed softly in the grand dining hall as Olivia took another bite of her scrambled eggs, savouring the taste with a satisfied smile. She leaned back slightly in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, the picture of a woman who had just emerged victorious.

Across from her, Stephanie ate her meal at a steady pace, occasionally glancing at her smug expression.

Stephanie finally broke the silence. “You seem to be in a good mood this morning,” she remarked, setting down her glass of orange juice.

Olivia smirked, dabbing the corner of her lips with a napkin. “Of course, I am. My enemies have been put to shame, and best of all, you didn’t get your hands on my shares.” She took another sip of her coffee, her satisfaction evident in the way she held her cup.

Stephanie scoffed, shaking her head. “You must be really proud of yourself, managing to get Aurora to save you,” she said dryly.

Olivia’s smirk widened. “Actually, yes, I am,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Unlike some people, she chose to set her grudges aside and help me when I needed it. That’s what having a family is all about.”

Stephanie said nothing, choosing instead to continue eating her meal as though Olivia’s jab hadn’t landed.

After finishing the last bite of her toast, Olivia pushed her chair back and stood up, stretching lazily. “Soon, I will be done with my therapy,” she announced, placing her hands on her hips. “And when that happens, I will be free of all my shackles.”

Stephanie looked up at her and arched a brow. “Good luck with that,” she said flatly before taking another sip of her tea.

Olivia chuckled to herself, picked up her phone, and sauntered out of the dining hall, still basking in her small victory.