Olivia Grace pushed open the massive double doors of the master bedroom—the room that had once held all her dreams—with unwavering resolve.
Without hesitation, she stepped inside, the sharp clack of her heels striking against the gleaming wooden floor. Her cold, emotionless gaze swept across the room. A faint scent of another woman’s perfume still lingered in the air, stabbing her senses and churning her stomach with disgust.
With a firm motion, she pressed the service bell.
A maid appeared within seconds, confusion etched across her face.
"Clean everything," Olivia commanded, her voice as sharp as a blade. "Change all the sheets. I don’t want a single trace of her left here. As for the clothes—" Olivia pointed at the closet filled with Shopia’s expensive dresses, "—pack them all up. N
