<b>Chapter </b>114
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After Jonathan informed the rest of the family about my death, my brothers went silent. For the first time in all the years I had been with that family, I’m pretty sure I saw guilt on their faces. Cole even looked like he was about to cry. Brian was the first to speak.
<i>“</i><i>Jonathan</i><i>, </i><i>why </i><i>didn’t </i><i>you </i>pull <i>her </i>out <i>the </i><i>kitchen</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>
Jonathan looked up at Brian, facedpletely drained of color.
“I…<i>I </i><i>honestly </i><i>forgot </i><i>she </i><i>was </i>in <i>there</i><i>. </i><i>I </i><i>didn’t </i><i>hear </i><i>her </i><i>call </i><i>for </i><i>help</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
The brothers all sat in silence, and suddenly, Cole looked at Olivia. Whispering, he began
to speak.
<i>“</i><i>Livie</i><i>, </i><i>why </i><i>didn’t </i><i>you </i><i>tell </i><i>us </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>still </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>kitchen</i>.
Olivia’s face instantly paled, she hadn’t expected him to ask her that. Trying to scramble for an answer, Jonathan soon jumped in for her defense.
“It’s <i>not </i><i>her </i><i>fault </i><i>Cole</i><i>. </i>It’s <i>mine</i><i>! </i>I <i>should </i><i>have </i><i>remembered </i><i>she </i><i>was </i><i>in </i><i>there</i><i>, </i><i>Livie could </i><i>barely </i><i>breath</i><i>.</i>”
Cole shot Jonathan a troubled look but then quickly went back into the normal routine of pampering Olivia.
<i>“</i><i>Sorry </i><i>Livie</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Cole whispered still looking at the house. I’ll always wonder what he truly wanted to say.
Noah spoke next, his words hitting my spirit like a train.
<i>“</i><i>It’s </i><i>her </i><i>fault</i><i>. </i><i>She </i><i>should </i><i>have </i><i>spoken </i><i>up</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Everyone looked at Noah as if he had three heads, but no one dared to correct him. After Olivia was taken to the hospital with minor injuries, the family all discussed what happened. For a brief moment, Sharon looked sad, but her face instantly went back to its stoic expression. Callously, she spoke.
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<i>“</i><i>She </i><i>never </i><i>truly </i><i>fit </i>in <i>this </i><i>family</i><i>; </i><i>we’ll </i><i>make </i><i>sure </i><i>she </i><i>has </i>a <i>proper memorial</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
Looking at Jonathan, she continued.
<i>“</i><i>Jonathan</i>, <i>Olivia </i><i>is </i><i>pregnant</i>. <i>Marry </i>my <i>daughter </i><i>before </i><i>the </i><i>child </i>is born.”
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Without saying anything further, she got up and left. My father said nothing, he just looked at everyone and followed behind my mother.
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So, they all knew Jonathan was having an affair with Olivia, yet all those years used me of being petty and paranoid. I could feel my spirit slowly starting to fade, perhaps these final blows were thest thing I needed in order to move on. The next thing I remembered was my funeral. Even at my memorial, all people could do was talk about how “brave” Olivia was. Some even suggested I started the fire myself. The entire time
however, no one spoke up for me. My brothers just stared at my picture while my mother
looked as if she had better things to do. And Jonathan, he just spent the entire time
consoling Olivia, who’d made sure to put on a superb act of the grieving sister. Too bad her little fan club didn’t know she was carrying her sister’s husband’s baby.
Through the entire thing, there was only two people that mourned me, Mr. and Mrs.
Christiansen of South Bay.
When they arrived at my memorial, I remember my family looking shocked. My father asked how they knew me, Mrs. Christiansen simply responded.
<i>“</i>She <i>saved </i><i>my </i><i>life</i>.”
And walked away. You have to understand, if the Rochesters were considered elite, the Christiansens were basically imperial. Responsible for almost 40 percent of the world’s currency and trade, the Christiansens were the richest family in the world. But don’t worry, I’ll exin how I know themter!<fnd274> Original content can be found at Find_Novel(.</fnd274>
After my memorial, I found myself waking up in my bed. I remembered leaping up in total disbelief! How could this have happened? Was I truly reborn! I climbed out my bed and went straight to the mirror. Which brings us to the current present. I wasn’t sure how I came back, but I was most certainly d I did. I picked up my phone, the date was June 23rd, 2020. Two weeks before my 20th birthday and two months before my disastrous wedding.
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