Olivia leaned in Ethan's embrace, feeling as if everything was like a dream.

She had returned to this house which had brought her joy and endless pain. Undoubtedly, she had shared sweet moments with Ethan when they were just married.

Back then, she would learn to cook various dishes at home while waiting for Ethan to come back.

She would take care of the flowers and plants in the yard over and over again. She would also wash all the clothes Ethan took off, dry them, iron them, and then place them back in the wardrobe.

There would always be a bouquet of flowers on the table, which brought life to the house.

After she lost her child, she wept every day. At that time, the house was like a cage that trapped her. She could no longer feel joy.

It was especially so for the baby room she had decorated herself. After her incident of falling into the ocean, she would curl up on the small crib as she constantly thought about her premature son.

Now, Olivia heard movements coming from that r