The oak tree stood silent in the corner of the yard.
Its bare trunk looked even more lifeless without a single leaf left.
“What… what happened to the tree?”
I let out a cold, bitter laugh.
“Shouldn’t you ask your little darling about that?”
On our seventh anniversary, Jordan threw a backyard dinner party at the old place.
During the toast, he told everyone this beautiful story of how we made it through thick and thin.
The guests were practically crying over how “we survived the seven–year itch.”
Of course, Olivia wasn’t among the ones clapping.
I didn’t care.
I played along–smiling, laughing, the perfect loving wife.
Out back, the oak rustled softly in the breeze.
Jordan’s insomnia got worse after we moved into our new house.
The store–bought herbal mixes weren’t cutting it.
But the moment I brought him a new sachet made from fresh oak leaves from our old yard–he finally slept.
So I started taking care of the tree.
Like, obsessively.
Every morning, I’d handpick the youngest leaves, dry them, and make them into fresh sachets.
That tree wasn’t just his cure–it was proof of how much I loved him.
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I gently plucked a few remaining dried leaves.
I didn’t realize Jordan had been standing behind me until he finally spoke.
“What’s the point of checking on some dumb tree every day?”
Typical spoiled rich boy–doesn’t even recognize the one thing helping him sleep at night.
I lowered my gaze.
“I planted the seed myself. I was hoping to see it grow.”
He didn’t get it.
He just grabbed my hand and pulled me back toward the party.
“There’s no such thing as karma, Chloe.”
“Don’t overthink it. The guests are waiting.”
When we walked into the dining room, heads turned.
People started reassessing where I stood in Jordan’s life.
Olivia, who had just finished instructing the staff to serve the appetizers, saw us holding hands.
I saw the jealousy flash in her eyes.
Jordan kept putting all my favorite food in my plate.
Olivia watched silently for a minute, then got up and walked out, eyes red.
Jordan didn’t follow. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to remind him.
At these parties, he only ever had one rule for me: “Don’t talk.”
I didn’t see Olivia again all night.
I figured maybe this time, she was really heartbroken.
Turns out-
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She was already plotting her revenge.
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