Olivia shoved open the door to her house with a forceful push. Her heart was still pounding, overwhelmed by anxiety for Eliana. But her steps came to an abrupt halt when the pungent scent of alcohol hit her—followed by the unmistakable sound of laughter echoing from the living room.
With furrowed brows, Olivia quietly stepped toward the source of the noise. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Hunter Jackson, her husband, lounging on the sofa with a whiskey glass in hand. Beside him sat Sophia Joy—his second wife. The two were laughing lightly, as if the world belonged to them.
“You?” Olivia whispered, stunned.
Hunter turned his head, momentarily surprised, but his lips quickly curled into a smile. “Darling… you're home.”
Olivia stepped closer, her voice sharp. “Shouldn’t you be at
