Chapter 306 The Truth Is Just So Cruel
Oliver was pretty ticked off. He'd been more than patient with Sarah, but it was clear she didn't have any love left for him—just pure hatred.
He stared at her for a bit, then yanked open the cabinet and pulled out a document. His fingers hesitated for a second before he tossed it in front of her, his voice cold as ice. "Take a look at this. Maybe it'll change your mind."
The document landed on her skirt, the bright fabric clashing with the plain white paper and black text.
Sarah picked up the document and started flipping through it. Her face quickly went pale.
It was all evidence of Dylan's shady dealings. As a lawyer, this could get him disbarred and maybe even land him in prison for 20 years.
While Sarah was still in shock, Oliver spoke calmly, "This is all stuff the Windsor family has done. I'm just giving it back to him. I can let him off the hook for now, and this won't go to the authorities, but you have to come back to Evergreen City with me."
Sarah, still dazed, looked at him, trembling. "You had this all along, didn't you? You didn't report it, you didn't send Dylan to jail. You chose to torture him another way! You seduced me, tricked me into marrying you, and then made Dylan's life a living hell!"
She demanded, "Oliver, just kill me! You hate Dylan, don't you? You hate him for ruining your family, right? How is my situation any different? I can't change your hatred; if a marriage and a kid can't fix it, then just kill me! Kill me! Why pretend to care?"
Sarah lost it, tearing up the document. The sharp paper cut her skin, and drops of blood fell.
Oliver didn't flinch, even smirking. "Go ahead, tear it up. It's just a copy."
Sarah glared at him with bloodshot eyes.
At that moment, Oliver felt a weird sense of relief. They'd finally dropped the act; no more pretending. He didn't have to fake affection, and she didn't have to play along.
The truth was brutal. Between them, there was never any room for love. With so much hatred, there was no space left for anything else.
Oliver didn't try to convince her anymore. He left and walked downstairs, still looking composed under the light.
Olivia was holding Jacob, trying to comfort him. When she saw Oliver come down, she quickly approached. "Did Mrs. Windsor eat?"
Oliver looked at Olivia, his tone cold. "She can ask for food herself! And tell Albert he doesn't need to come anymore starting today."
Olivia was stunned. Oliver was pushing Sarah to the edge.
She wanted to say something, but seeing Oliver's grim expression, she knew it would only make things worse for Sarah.
Olivia had no choice; she couldn't help Sarah. She just held Jacob and cried, "Poor Jacob, soon to be a child without a mother!"
Oliver glared at her, and Olivia immediately stopped crying.
That night, Oliver's words came true; he wasn't bluffing.
Sarah sat in the dimly lit living room, the TV playing domestic news.
"Top lawyer Dylan, suspected of perjury."
"If the evidence holds up, his license could be revoked, and he might face prosecution."
"Latest news: Dylan has been summoned for questioning and is cooperating with the investigation."
She changed the channel, but it was still news about Dylan. The story had blown up, and it was everywhere.
Sarah watched quietly, knowing this was Oliver's doing, using it to threaten her. His mind was twisted; he was a psychopath.
Sarah slowly got up from the couch. After not eating for so long, her blood sugar was low, and she felt dizzy. She steadied herself, walked to the door, and slowly opened it. She found Oliver in the study.
Oliver was dressed in a black shirt and black casual pants, blending into the dark background of the study. His hair wasn't combed back as usual but left to hang down.
He didn't look as polished as usual, giving off a bit of a wild vibe. Maybe this was the real Oliver.
Oliver heard the noise at the door, glanced up at Sarah, and spoke indifferently, "Changed your mind? If so, I'll have Zoey arrange a private jet for tomorrow morning."
Sarah stood at the door, not stepping in. Oliver turned, put out his cigarette, and stared at her.
His tone was cold, devoid of any emotion. "I just leaked a bit of info, and Dylan's already under investigation. Imagine what would happen if I spilled everything? Sarah, do you know where I got this information from? It was from the bits and pieces you let slip when we were dating. I connected the dots, found the people, and gathered the evidence. So, if Dylan's career is ruined and he ends up in jail for 20 years, you'll likely be the main reason why."
Sarah had long experienced Oliver's cruelty.
She laughed sarcastically, "It must have been really tough for you to keep this hidden for so long, Oliver. You must be in a lot of pain too. All these years, you've been struggling with how to get back at us. Alcohol and women are your escape, and that cigar is your comfort. But honestly, have you ever really freed yourself? No! Oliver, you're still living in a prison!"
Oliver also chuckled, "No matter how much you say, it won't change reality! I'll wait for your decision."
Sarah lowered her gaze as she said, "I need to think about it!"
"Three, two, one..." Oliver counted down.
He didn't give her a chance. He was always cold-hearted, never making exceptions for women, especially not for Sarah.
Sarah's voice was urgent. "I agree!"
At that moment, her eyes were a bit lost, and her voice softened into a murmur, "Oliver, I agree."
She hated him deeply, and she hated her naive younger self even more. Her pale hands were clenched so tightly that her nails drew blood.
Sarah still murmured, "I agree!"
She didn't cry because Oliver wouldn't soften. She slowly stopped crying.
Oliver's eyes were deep, with a small spark of danger. He spoke calmly, "Tomorrow morning's private jet. Tonight, I need a bit of sincerity."
Sarah suddenly looked up at him. After all, she was a woman who had been married to him for several years. They had been intimate countless times, and she quickly understood what he meant by sincerity.
Sarah gave a bleak smile. Her pale fingers closed the study door and locked it. She didn't walk over but stood by the door, slowly unbuttoning her floral dress. The dress fell, pooling around her delicate ankles.
She didn't stop, continuing to remove the thin fabric. She walked up to him, her body trembling.
Sarah had never taken the initiative voluntarily, and though she was inexperienced, it was enough to arouse the long-unsatisfied Oliver. He stared at her, then reached out to her breast. She wanted to avoid him, but failed.
Oliver held her slender waist, forcing her to arch her body. He whispered in her ear, "Don't look away. I want you to watch how we come together."
With that, he unbuckled his belt with one hand and thrust into her.
Sarah didn't resist. Her face rested against his neck, her thin legs dangling on either side of his body, swaying. In the prolonged sex, she heard his restrained breathing and the muffled sounds of extreme pleasure, but none of it mattered to her.
His pleasure had nothing to do with her. This act of sex had nothing to do with her either. He was possessing a body named Sarah, but her soul had long been killed by him.
She was in pain, but she could only endure it because this was Oliver's punishment for her.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she leaned against his neck, crying out, "Enough! Let me go!"
However, Oliver hadn't had enough. He suddenly picked her up and walked straight to the study door.
Sarah was terrified, clinging to his neck and crying out, "No! I don't want to go out!"
There could be servants in the hallway at any moment. If someone saw them, she would be completely humiliated.