Chapter 1 Why Should I Trust You?
They were outside the operating room.
“It wasn’t me, Trevor. It wasn’t me! I didn’t push Janice. It was Galina! She—” Olive Swanson gazed up at Trevor Horton, her face covered in blood. Her voice trembled violently as she looked into his icy eyes.
Before she could finish, Trevor grabbed her by her neck. Rage burned in his eyes as he snarled, “Galina pushed my mother? And then threw herself to her death just to frame you?”
Trevor’s grip tightened. Olive tried to pry his hand away, but it was useless. Her face was flushed red from the lack of air, yet she laughed.
“What does it matter to me if she lives or dies? She was the one who pushed Janice. If Galina did fall to her death, then that’s what she deserves!”
“Then, if I strangle you right now, is that your karma too?” Trevor asked coldly.
“Trevor, why won’t you believe me?” Olive screamed.
Hearing that, Trevor’s expression darkened even more. His whole presence turned menacing.
“Olive, why should I trust you?”
“Why should I trust you?”
Just a few short words, but they were enough to crush her like a death sentence.
She had loved Trevor for ten years, and he had been the one who said he wanted to marry her.
But why had he fallen for someone else after only three years?
And why did that someone have to be Galina Gagh? Why did it have to be that bastard daughter?
Olive bit her lip. It was getting harder to breathe.
Just when she thought Trevor was going to kill her, the operating room door swung open. Trevor finally let go and tossed her aside.
As her head hit the wall, blood streaked across her forehead.
When she managed to struggle to her feet, she heard the doctor say to everyone in a somber tone, “I’m sorry. Mrs. Horton suffered a severe brain hemorrhage when she fell from that great height and hit her head. She has passed away.
“As for Ms. Gagh, her surgery was successful, but she’s not out of danger yet.”
Hearing those words, Olive felt as if her whole world had collapsed, and all hope slipped away.
Then, the doctor handed Trevor a photo found clenched tightly in Janice Zanderbilt’s hand.
“Mrs. Horton had this in her grip when she died.”
Trevor took the crumpled photo and unfolded it.
Fury flashed in his eyes when he recognized the two people in the picture. He suddenly turned to Olive and growled, “Olive, you really are shameless!”
Olive’s face turned deathly pale. Trevor tossed the crumpled photo, and it landed at her feet.
When she looked down at it, she froze in an instant. A chill swept over her, and she trembled.
It was her and Trevor’s older brother, Luca Horton, in the photo!
But when was this photo even taken? Olive had absolutely no idea.
She had no clue at all!
Before she could react, Trevor grabbed her by the neck again. He let out a quiet, cold laugh. Then he asked, “So, is this why you killed my mother, Olive?”
“No! I didn’t! I didn’t push Janice. I don’t even know where that photo came from. I don’t—” Olive shouted. “You know I’ve only ever loved you!”
“Love?” Trevor sneered, eyes full of disgust. “You loved me so much that when my life was still hanging by a thread, you got together with Luca?”
“I didn’t!” Olive’s face turned even paler. But she held back her tears, refusing to show any weakness. “Did you forget I was the one who saved you three years ago? In that cabin in the mountain village, we—”
