Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 14

Last Life She Killed Me for My Rich Husband, This Life I Let Her Have Him Chapter 14

After that night, Charles shifted his focus back to the headquarters in Kingswood. He started coming home much 

more often. 

When I asked him about it, he got a little defensive. “There’s always more money to be made, but you never get back the time you miss with your kids.” 

But I clearly heard him mutter to himself, “You have your company. I have mine. Both of us running around all the time, never seeing each other, that’s not good for a marriage. Absolutely not.” 

To protect our marriage, I occasionally brought the kids to visit him at work. He still insisted on transferring me three hundred thousand dollars every month. 

Everyone at the company was used to me by now. No one questioned or stopped me. I walked straight to the door of the 

CEO’s office. 

Through the frosted glass door, I saw the blurry silhouette of a 

woman. 

“Daddy-” 

I covered Charlotte’s mouth gently before she could finish, grabbed her, and ducked around the corner. “Shh. Your dad has a guest. Let’s wait.” 

But my sister’s words echoed in my mind uncontrollably. “I suggest you stay out of sight, unless you want trouble.” 

Was this it? I’d mentally prepared myself a hundred times, but 

now that it was actually happening, my chest felt tight. 

My body moved on its own, inching closer, needing to hear 

what they were saying. And I did hear. 

“You just want a wife whose horoscope is supposed to bring you luck, right?” 

“Olivia and I have the same horoscope. We even look alike. If she can bring you luck, I can too.” 

“Divorce her and marry me instead. I’ll tell you a huge secret. 

A secret that could save your future.” 

My heart slammed against my ribs. Uncomfortable. 

Suffocating. 

That was my sister’s voice. The last time I’d seen her, she was 

in the hospital, having given birth to another daughter. 

Benjamin hadn’t even shown up. She’d finally realized 

something was wrong. 

Pale as a ghost, she’d asked me, “What did I do wrong? Why isn’t my life turning out like yours did?” 

That visit hadn’t ended well. I never expected to see her again 

here. 

I pushed the door open without warning and locked eyes with 

her. 

“So, Olivia,” I said coldly. “The thing you said I wouldn’t want to see, is that my own sister trying to steal my husband?” 

Charles was sitting behind his big desk. He jumped up when he saw me, but I didn’t give him a chance to speak. 

“Security! Get her out of here.” 

By then, people were starting to peek through the door. They looked shocked. 

“Oh my God, the boss’s wife is a twin. No wonder that woman looked familiar but not quite. I said hi, and she ignored me.” 

“I thought she seemed off. Our boss’s wife doesn’t have that angry, bitter look.” 

Security looked visibly nervous. They’d failed by letting an 

outsider in. 

“Take her out,” Charles said with a wave of his hand. 

My sister’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe it. “Charles, don’t you want to know what happens to you? Only I know. She can’t help you with this.” 

She pointed at me frantically. I reached out, placed my hand over hers, and pressed down gently. 

Two hands, one soft and pale, the other rough and cracked. Hard to believe they belonged to twins. 

She lunged at me, hands outstretched to grab my throat. “This was all mine! You stole my life! You tricked me! It’s all your fault!” 

But security was ready. They grabbed her the moment she moved and held her there, waiting for my instructions. 

“Should we call the police?” Charles asked calmly, leaving the decision to me. 

I shook my head. “No. Just let her go.” 

As they dragged her out, she started laughing. “You’re going 

to lose everything, Charles! I can’t wait to see you go 

broke!”