Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
She nodded, offering tea and a cautious smile. We sat quietly, our shared stillness comfortable.
Later, a knock came. Two police detectives stood in my living room, their expressions serious but respectful.
“Ms. Whitmore,” one said gently. “We need to inform you of an update regarding Chole Windsor.”
My pulse tightened. “What about her?”
The detective swallowed. “She collapsed yesterday in custody, was taken to Central Medical Hospital. Her condition is stable but considered critical. Her lawyer has just applied for medical parole pending further evaluation.””
My throat seized. Parole. Medical. In custody.
“Medical parole means she could be… released temporarily-for treatment,” the other detective explained. “We thought you should be told before it becomes public.”
I sat frozen for a moment, processing. Part of me whispered relief-a flash of dread that she might be freed. Another part bristled with guilt, because in a way, this felt like vindication.
But the stakes remained high.
“Thank you for telling me,” I managed. “If anything changes… please let me know.”
They nodded, sliding me a business card. “We will. Take care of yourself.”
Once they left, Ava turned to me, eyebrows knitted with concern. “Olivia… are you okay?”
I exhaled slowly. “She… Chole’s lawyer applied for medical parole.” My voice was soft. “That could bring her out of custody.
Back into my life. Into the public.”
Ava’s hand found mine. “We’ll handle it,” she said firmly. “We’ll fight it.”
I nodded, appreciating her strength but feeling heavier than I cared to admit. This resolution of mine-this divorce-was meant to bring closure. But now a new threat lingered. And despite everything, I felt a flicker of old fear, old vulnerability.
“I’m tired, Ava,” I admitted. “Tonight, I just want to rest.”‘
She nodded and poured me another cup of tea. Together, we sat in quiet solidarity, steeped in lamplight and lingering uncertainty.
I touched the divorce papers in my bag again. They felt familiar now-symbols of a life untethered. But Chole’s possible release stirred fresh tension. I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion weigh me down.
For now… I simply sat, letting the exhaustion and the relief coexist, settled by the muted hum of night.
Author’s POV
Felix Windsor sat heavily in the hospital waiting room, his brow furrowed and palms clenched. His mind raced with the consequences of Chole’s reckless behavior. The collapse of the loan deal with Green Group had rippled beyond the Windsor family’s pride: it threatened the long-term alliance between the
Windsors and Hawthornes, alliances carefully woven for years.
Now, at a time when unity mattered most, Chole’s impulsive assault on Olivia and Alexander had shattered everything.
Ethan’s refusal to cooperate with the Windsor clan only deepened the rift. For all his arrogance and entitlement, Ethan understood one thing: Chole had gone too far. She had tried to eliminate Olivia by any means, and that offended more than business-it was a personal affront. The Windsor’s position in
New York was crumbling fast.
Felix glanced at the hospital corridor clock with mounting unease. He sighed.If Chole doesn’t stabilize soon, our family name-and our business-will be collateral damage.
A nurse poked her head around the door. “Ms. Windsor’s family?”
Felix rose. “That’s us.”
She led him back to Chole’s room, where Chole lay pale and hooked up to monitors. Her feverish eyes lit up when she saw him.
“Felix! You’re here!” she breathed, voice trembling with excitement. “Ethan’s divorcing! He IS going to marry me.”
Felix forced a gentle smile. “Chole… the divorce is just that- divorce. Me… Ethan still has no intention to marry anyone.
Especially not after everything. You hurt Olivia. That’s not something… that’s not the path to reconciliation.” His voice softened. “And besides, you’re not well enough to go anywhere right now.”
Chole’s lips curved into a determined grin. “That’s nonsense. He loves me. You’ll see!”
As she tried to sit up, her body gave way and she collapsed back against the pillows. Monitors beeped softly, and the nurse stepped forward-but Chole waved her off.
Felix hastened to support her. “Don’t push yourself, Chole. Let the doctors do their work, and maybe think things through.”
“I DON’T WANT tothink,” Chole insisted, voice crackling with fervor. “I want him. This is the opportunity. I know he needs me.”
Felix froze. He tried to soften his tone. “He needs support, yes- but you’ve crossed a line. You nearly killed Olivia. There’s blood on your hands, sister. There’s risk: criminal charges, media backlash. Anyone with a brain can see it.”
Chole’s laugh was hollow but intense. “They’ll all be silent when Ethan shows up, promising marriage. Then everything flips.”
“Buthe’s not going to do that.He said so himself!” Felix shook his head. “You’re hallucinating. The world you’re describing does not exist.”
Chole’s eyes gleamed, wide and unblinking. “I saw his face when
Ava recorded. He’s torn. He loves me… he’ll do it.”
Felix pressed his fingers to his temples, a faint tremor running through his control. “This is dangerous, Chole. You’re not thinking straight. Do you realize what you’re doing- endangering not only yourself, but us?”
Chole’s attention snapped back to him, intense and singular. “I know exactly what I’m doing”
A hush fell across the room. Felix realized his attempts to reason with her were fracturing against something more dangerous than simple denial. This was obsession. Delusion. He watched, helpless, as a veneer of confidence cracked across her face.
Felix called the nurse back in. “She needs sedation. No more visitors for now!” His voice was steel.
The nurse moved toward Chole with a deal-calm injections, rest. Chole fought her off, screaming about love, rights, destiny -to which Felix stood by helplessly.
When the nurse left, Felix made eye contact with his sister one last time. He saw no trace of the sister he once knew-only a raging storm of determination and denial.
His voice pained. “Chole… let me help you. But not like this.”
Chole sneered. “You don’t know what you’re talking about
Felix swallowed and nodded. “I do.””
He left the room before she woke again, closed the door softly.
In the hallway, Felix’s knees wavered for a moment, but he grounded himself with a slow breath. Then he walked to the waiting room.
Olivia’s POV
A hectic day had turned into a restless evening. The police investigation had wrapped up the nursery in my mind. They traced the black-clad man back to Chole’s inner circle-friends of hers all along. Chat logs revealed nothing illegal: flirting, crushes, vague statements but no direct orders or payments.
Legally, it would be difficult to prove she’d hired him. Still, the intent was obvious.
That worry lingered, refusing to leave me.
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