William was desperate to find me, desperate to salvage what little remained of this broken marriage.
He scrolled through his contacts to Olivia Vance, the only person who might have a lead on my whereabouts.
His fingers trembling, he dialed. It barely rang twice before the call connected.
But what came through the receiver wasn't the meek, pitiful whimper he was used to. Instead, it was a sharp, smug voice, so utterly unlike the fragile, innocent act she always put on in front of him.
There was a lot of noise on the other end—the slurp of a bubble tea straw, laughter from her friends in the background. Olivia was chatting without a care in the world, completely oblivious that the call had already gone through.
"Yeah! I got my hands on that top-tier prosthetic limb! As expected of a cu
