My Husband Cut My Brake Lines To Steal My $5m Inheritance. The Next Morning, His Sister Demanded To Borrow My Car. I Let Her Take It. Am I The Monster?

Olivia got up and walked to the paper shredder in the corner of her study. She fed the unopened envelope into it. The sharp blades tore the paper into meaningless confetti. Watching the white scraps fall into the bin, her heart felt light as if a heavy weight had been lifted. Whatever he wanted to say, he could keep it to himself. Let it gnaw at him within the cold prison walls.,

Three years later, Olivia sat in her office sipping warm chamomile tea, looking at the city transforming under the bright morning sun. Three years. It was enough for Olivia to be reborn from the ashes.

Her business was thriving. Her chain of organic food stores had many branches. It not only brought her material wealth but also affirmed her self-worth. She was no longer a weak woman dependent on a husband, but a tough and respected businesswoman.

She drove a red convertible sports car, enjoying a freedom she had never dared to dream of. On weekends, she often visited her father. He was older now, but his spirits were brighter seeing his daughter’s revival. They would often sit on the porch drinking tea and talking. Her father never brought up the past; he just looked at Olivia and smiled gently, his eyes shining with pride.,

Sometimes the past still visited her in dreams, but they were no longer nightmares. They were just a faded old movie reminding Olivia of a bitter lesson: that the human heart is hard to fathom, that one should never give trust blindly, and most importantly, that a woman must know how to love and protect herself. She had forgiven herself for her past naivety and let go of the grudge against those who had hurt her, not because they deserved forgiveness, but because she deserved peace.

Olivia put down her teacup, picked up her designer bag, and stepped out of her office. Today she had an important meeting with a major business partner, a polite and capable man who had been pursuing her for 6 months. Olivia wasn’t in a hurry to respond. Her heart needed a little more time to open up, but she was no longer afraid of love. She believed that somewhere out there, there was still a sincere man worthy of her.,

The car sped along in the morning breeze, its smooth engine humming like a song of freedom. Olivia saw herself in the rearview mirror—a beautiful, proud woman smiling back at herself. The storm had passed, and the sky after a storm is always clear. This wasn’t the end, but the beginning of a new, brilliant, and hopeful journey.