Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 453

"Wife?" Selene scoffed, with an expression twisted in ridiculousness. "Are you even in your sane mind? What are you talking about?" she laughed, shaking her head as if she had just heard the biggest joke of her life.

"..." Olivia remained silent. She didn't know what more she could say.

No official announcement had been made, true —but what she had heard was no rumour.

Aiden Winslow had personally attended an auction just before his return home —one where he bid to buy a woman's jewellery. That alone was enough to confirm everything.

"Aiden can't marry anyone," Selene said firmly, but her words sounded more like self-reassurance than conviction. "How can he have a wife? He can't."

She turned to look at Olivia, her eyes almost pleading, waiting for her to refute her own statement —to tell her that this was all some twisted misunderstanding.

However, when she saw Olivia simply standing there without speaking a word, her fury rose tenfold.

Without warning, she grabbed a newly placed vase from the dresser and hurled it to the floor.

The maids nearby hadn't expected it. One of them, who had been quietly tidying a corner, cried out in horror as a shard slashed across her cheek.

"Ah–!"

Everyone froze. Olivia's eyes widened in shock as she turned towards the injured maid, who was now trembling, clutching her bleeding face.

The other maids rushed to her, mumbling the soft words of comfort. Yet, not one of them dared raise their voice at Selene. They didn't even lift their eyes. They simply crouched around the main, comforting her in silence, their sympathy restrained by fear.

The housekeeper stormed in moments later. When she saw the injured girl, her expression faltered —but only briefly. She quickly composed herself and said, "It's just a little injury. There is no need to crowd around. Go finish the other tasks. Clean this room later."

Then she looked at the injured maid and gestured for her to leave as well. "You, go get yourself treated and then leave the house. The Martin family will compensate you and will not hold you responsible."

No one objected. No one questioned. This wasn't anything new in the Martin house. The maids had long adapted to this cruel silence.

As the group dispersed, Selene simply stood there, unapologetic.

"Who did he marry?" she asked coldly, her voice edged with venom.

Olivia's gaze shifted back to her. She swallowed and then shook her head. "We don't know, ma'am. His marriage hasn't been made official. But people are certain —he has a wife back home. And she is the reason he chose to move the company's base to Cralens."

Selene's fingers curled into fists. "No woman could have that kind of effect on him," she insisted, trying to sound sure of herself.

But once again, it sounded more like a desperate whisper —an illusion she needed to believe in just to breathe.

Yet, for some reason, today, this illusion didn't seem to be enough.

The self-assurance no longer felt enough.

She needed something more. So, she reached for her phone instead.

Olivia didn't understand what she was up to, but the moment she saw Selene dialling a number, realization dawned. She would have stopped her —if she weren't too stunned to react.