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 stood on the second-floor balcony, watching his car disappear behind the trees, counting down the time to his destruction. She knew he was going to his office to complete his last illicit transaction. Unfortunately for him, the net of the law is vast, invisible but inescapable. All his escape routes had been secretly sealed by Olivia and Mr. Davis.,

About 2 hours later, as Olivia sat in the living room pretending to go over the funeral expenses, the large iron gate was slammed open. Ethan’s car screeched into the yard, braking so hard it left black tire marks on the paving stones.

He got out of the car, all his usual elegance gone. He was disheveled, his tie loose, his eyes bloodshot. He stormed into the house like a wounded beast. Seeing Olivia sitting there, he strode over and slammed his fist on the glass coffee table, making the glasses on it jump and spill. He roared, his voice choked with rage.

“What did you do? Why are the company accounts frozen? Why was my transfer order rejected by the bank? What game are you playing behind my back?”,

Olivia feigned shock, cowering on the sofa, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at him. Her trembling hand clutched her chest. She stammered, “What… what are you talking about, Ethan? I don’t know anything. I’ve been home all day dealing with Tiffany’s funeral. Why would the accounts be frozen? Maybe… maybe it was the police? They did it for the accident investigation.”

Olivia’s innocent yet logical answer made Ethan pause. The doubt in his eyes wavered, but his instincts and the desperation of losing his money wouldn’t let him let her go. He moved closer, grabbing the collar of Olivia’s blouse and pulling her up. His breath, smelling of cigarettes and resentment, hit her face.

“Don’t play innocent with me,” he hissed. “The bank’s lawyer said there was an order to freeze joint assets due to a marital dispute. Besides you, who else could it be? Are you trying to cut off my lifeline? Do you want me to die in this house?”

He threw Olivia back roughly. Her head spun, but she restrained herself from fighting back. She knew the security camera in the living room was recording everything. Olivia cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Ethan, you’re crazy! I’m your wife! What would I gain from doing that? You’re not thinking about Tiffany who just passed away, you only care about money! I told you I didn’t do it! Let me go, you’re hurting me!”,

Olivia’s weak resistance only enraged him further. He was about to raise his hand to slap her, but a shout from the top of the stairs stopped him. “Stop! Are you going to kill her to silence her just like you did to your sister?”

Sharon stood there, her hand gripping the railing, her body trembling. She looked at her son with a strange, disgusted gaze, as if looking at the filthiest trash in the world. Ethan let go of Olivia, turning to face his mother. Her sudden appearance and her meaningful words shocked him.

His anger turned to confusion. He never expected the mother who always defended him would now be on Olivia’s side. More importantly, his mother knew something. Sharon walked up to Ethan without a word. She raised her thin wrinkled hand and slapped her beloved son hard across the face.,

The slap carried all the disappointment, pain, and vengeance of a mother who discovered her son was a demon in human form. Ethan clutched his face, staring at his mother in shock. “Mom, what the hell? Why did you hit me? I’m stressed out with work and instead of helping you do this…”

But Sharon didn’t let him finish. She took out her old phone, opened the ultrasound picture Olivia had sent, and shoved it in Ethan’s face. Her voice trembling but sharp. “Look at this! Your firstborn son, right? For this bastard child, for that whore, you were willing to push your own sister to her death!”

Seeing the familiar ultrasound image, Ethan’s face turned deathly pale. He staggered back, nearly falling. “Why… why do you have this? Who sent it?”

He turned to look at Olivia, but she was sitting huddled on the couch sobbing, looking nothing like the mastermind behind all this. Panic muddled his thoughts. He only knew his darkest secret had been exposed to the person he feared most.,

Sharon lunged at him, grabbing the collar of his designer shirt and ripping it. “You bastard! Give me back Tiffany! I raised you to kill your own sister? If you needed money for another woman, you should have just said so! Why did you do something so monstrous?”

Attacked by his mother and pressured by his frozen assets, Ethan could no longer control himself. He violently pushed his mother’s hands away, shoving her so hard she fell to the floor. He roared, his face red.

“Mom, shut up! What do you know? I did this for our family too! You think I wanted Tiffany to die? It was supposed to be Olivia! If Olivia had died, I would have gotten $5 million. You don’t understand, it’s all because of that damn Tiffany dying in her sister-in-law’s place!”

The horrific confession tumbled out of his mouth in his loss of control, silencing the entire room. Sharon lay on the floor, staring at her son in disbelief. From her seat, Olivia secretly adjusted the angle of her phone’s camera hidden behind a flower vase, recording the moment Ethan signed his own death warrant. He had confessed. He had admitted with his own mouth that his original target was her.,

Ethan realized his mistake and quickly covered his mouth. He saw his mother staring at him like a monster, saw his wife cowering in fear. He knew there was no turning back. He ran his hands through his hair, growling like a cornered animal, then turned and fled to his room, slamming the door.

He left his mother lying in agony. Olivia helped Sharon up and escorted her to her room. She said nothing, just stared blankly at the ceiling. Olivia knew she was full of regret and suffering, but any pity Olivia had for her was long gone.

Olivia returned to her room, pressing her ear to the wall, listening to the movements in Ethan’s room. His phone rang several times. At first he didn’t answer, but finally, unable to bear it, he picked up. Olivia heard his hoarse voice. “Hello? Why do you keep calling? I’m dealing with a lot right now.”

On the other end was Maya, his mistress. But today her voice was no longer sweet; it was sharp and harsh. Even without speakerphone, Olivia could hear her shouting. “You’re dealing with a lot? I’m the one who’s going crazy! You promised to transfer the money to pay off my brother’s debts, right? Why is my account still empty? The loan sharks are surrounding my house! Are you going to let us die?”

Ethan tried to calm her down, but his helplessness was obvious. “Maya, calm down. Listen to me. My accounts were frozen by my wife. I’m trying to figure something out. Tell them to wait a few more days, okay? I promise I’ll get the money. How is our son? Make sure nothing happens to him.”

He was still dreaming of his heir, still believing his mistress truly loved him. But Maya didn’t care. “I don’t care! If I don’t see half a million dollars in my account by noon tomorrow, don’t blame me for what I do. I’ll spread everything about us all over the internet! Let the whole world know who you really are! Let your wife know you’ve been supporting me with her money! Oh, and one more thing: I’m getting rid of this baby. You have no money, don’t even dream of having a son!”,

The call ended. Olivia heard Ethan’s scream in despair followed by the sound of things being thrown against the wall. He was cornered from all sides. The law had frozen his assets, his own mother had turned against him, and now the mistress he trusted most had shown her true colors. He was completely alone.

Olivia sat on her bed, a cynical smile on her face. The price of betrayal sometimes comes not from the victim’s revenge, but from the cruelty of one’s own accomplices.

The next morning, as fog still blanketed the yard, a police car pulled up in front of their gate. The doorbell rang, firm and cold, waking the entire house. Olivia opened the door, trying to keep her face calm though she feigned trembling hands.