The recovery suite at St. Mary’s Medical Pavilion looked more like a luxury hotel than a hospital room.
Soft lighting. Private nurse station. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.
At my request, the nurses had quietly removed the extravagant orchid arrangements sent by the District Attorney’s Office—and even the formal bouquet from the Supreme Court. I didn’t want attention. I didn’t want questions.
Most of all, I didn’t want my mother-in-law to know who I really was.
In her world, I was simply Olivia—the unemployed wife living off her son.
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