My leg ached as I weakly asked, “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t remember ever have a problem with you.”
Olivia glared at me with disgust. “Hmph! I’m Michael’s real wife, but you, the shameless mistress, got in the way. Without you, I’d have been Mrs. Cordero long ago.”
“You really think Michael loves you? Ha! Don’t get any ideas. Without your money, he wouldn’t even look at you.”
“So, you and Michael have a plan to steal my father’s company?” I asked through gritted teeth.
Olivia’s eyes burned with hatred. “You could’ve avoided this pain. It’s your fault for not dying in that kidnapping.”
“Aren’t you afraid of the law?” I shot back.
“Law? Come on. Michael and I were promised to each other as kids, so we’ve been inseparable since childhood and never betray each other.”
“Just arrange a little ‘accident’ for you. Who would ever suspect a ‘loving husband’ such as Michael Cordero is a murderer?”
Olivia’s eyes were full of disdain. When her phone rang, she gave me a disgusted look and answered the speaker.
“Honey, are you finished yet? I’m craving those dumplings on East Street. Pick me up later, okay?”
Michael’s deep voice replied, “Of course, whatever my dear wife wants.”