The real accident.
The crash that shattered her heart.
Sabrina gave her a sympathetic-but-not-really glance.
As if she were the victim here.
Ethan kept talking.
“You’ll get disability checks or… whatever. You’ll survive. It’s better we end this now.”
You’ll survive.
Like she was a project he no longer wanted to invest in.
Olivia didn’t cry.
Not yet.
But something deep inside her cracked.
Not because he was leaving—
but because he truly believed she had nothing.
Worthless.
Useless.
A burden.
And that’s the moment she remembered:
Earlier that morning, before Ethan even bothered to visit her, Olivia had received a call.
A call that changed everything.
The Call Ethan Knew Nothing About
Her late aunt Margaret—her only real family—had left her entire estate to Olivia.
Every asset.
Every property.
Every investment.
Total value?
Ten. Million. Dollars.
Ethan knew none of this.
He was standing in her hospital room, smirking, while assuming she’d crumble.
While assuming he could walk away holding the moral high ground.
While assuming she would be dependent. Helpless. Broke.
He had absolutely no idea she was now wealthier than he could ever imagine.
And as she stared at him, something inside her shifted.
Strength.
A spark.
Quiet at first.
Then growing.
He thought she was weak?
Oh, just wait.
“If That’s What You Want…”
She swallowed everything—every ounce of pain, betrayal, disbelief—and forced her voice to stay calm.
“If that’s what you want,” she whispered.
Ethan exhaled in relief.
Relief.
Like she had just done him a favor.
Sabrina’s smile widened.
“We’ll bring the papers tomorrow,” she said, like she was announcing brunch plans.
When they left the room, their laughter floated down the hall.
Olivia let one tear fall.
Just one.
Then she wiped it and reached for the nurse’s call button.
“I need my phone,” she said.
