Olivia stared at the phone screen Daniel handed her. The photo showed the underside of her car—its brake line had been cleanly cut, as if by the hands of a professional.
“The brake line was cut. This wasn’t some ordinary malfunction,” Daniel said softly. “Someone wanted that car to fail.”
Olivia froze. Her throat tightened. Her entire body went cold like ice.
“You mean... the accident was planned?” she whispered, barely audible.
Daniel nodded slowly. “I believe someone is trying to kill you, Ma’am.”
Olivia closed her eyes. Her mind raced.
Who would do such a thing?
Who wants me dead?
Hunter… or Sophia Joy?
Those two names filled her thoughts instantly. Hunter Jackson—her husband turned enemy. Sophia Joy—the woman who quietly stole her place. Both of them had reasons to want her go
