Back in Brian's hideout, Olivia sat on a chair beside the bed, looking relaxed, casually spinning a leather whip around her fingers while staring down at the unconscious form of her husband.
She had come back to him after dropping Kira at the borders of Dravengard, and she had kept him under, dosed and sleeping, while she sat with her own thoughts and worked out exactly what she wanted to do with him.
She had found the divorce papers he'd left behind. The apology letter, too, was written in his own hand, full of remorse and promises.
All of it offered her everything he owned, begging her to take the compensation, sign the papers, and move on with her life in peace while he ran away with another man's wife.
But Olivia was not the sort of woman to simply pocket the compensation, nod politely, and walk away into a quiet new life.
