I was confused. Who had died? Who was
injured?
Details emerged online. After Ethan moved
out, Chloe had moved in. Brittany, enraged by
the revelation that Ethan had bought Chloe a
condo, had tracked her down and stormed in,
demanding Chloe transfer the property to her.
Ethan had tried to intervene, but in the
ensuing struggle, Chloe had grabbed a
kitchen knife. Ethan had gone white, but
Brittany, fearless, continued yelling. “You
homewrecking whore! Have some decency
and give me the apartment, or I’ll make your
life a living hell!”
Chloe had lunged, swinging the knife. Brittany dodged, and the blade sank deep into Ethan’s side. Brittany slapped Chloe. They grappled,
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and Chloe slipped, falling over the balcony to
her death.
The police arrived, secured the scene, and
arrested Brittany.
Sarah called, distraught. “Olivia, I just found out Chloe had bipolar disorder. If I hadn’t told Brittany about the apartment, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.” Sarah had a sharp tongue but a kind heart.
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“You could also say that if Brittany hadn’t
insulted me at the courthouse, you wouldn’t
have defended me, and she wouldn’t have
gone after Chloe,” I said, trying to comfort
her. “She brought this on herself.”
I thought about it. The condo had been the
catalyst for my decision to leave Ethan. And
now, it had brought the whole saga to a bloody end. It felt like fate.
Brittany and Ethan were both charged and
sentenced to prison. Eight days later, I
received the final divorce decree. Sarah met
me outside the courthouse with a bouquet of
sunflowers. “Congratulations, Olivia! Welcome
to your new life.”
“Thank you,” I said, taking the flowers and
squeezing her hand. For the first time in a
long time, I smiled a genuine smile.
The End.
