AN: This chapter may seem a bit confusing when it comes to Olivia, but all will be explained in her POV in the next chapter. Beta read by Tommys my 21. SO SORRY for the late update.

"I've known about you for awhile now. When he leaves me, he wears a smile now. As soon as he's away from me, in your arms is where he wants to be"

I just finish printing the last of the invitations for Dickie and Elizabeth's birthday party. I had to make separate ones for each of them. They are celebrating their birthday parties on different days; Elizabeth wanted a Hannah Montana themed birthday party, while Dickie wanted a mystery party. Elliot walks in and examines in the invitations and takes one from the desk. "You're inviting Olivia?" he asks.

I smile at his shock, "Of course. Is there any reason I shouldn't?"

His face tenses up into a forced smile, "No. I just don't know if she'll be able to come. She's been pretty busy lately"

Alas, another clue. For five days now Elliot has been coming home on time. I don't have to call him and remind him of my existence for him to return. Did Olivia give up on him? Or whoever the girl is? Or was it all in my head?

"Well, if she can come, just let her know its a murder mystery party. Gifts not required but participation in the game is."

"When is it, again?" Elliot asks.

"Next week. The date is on the card." I say as Elliot starts grabbing his jacket. He's going to leave for work now.

Next Week

I handled the cards which told each person who they were and what role they played in the mystery murder party. I decided it would be best to have one of the adults be murdered, because I wanted all the children to be able to participate in the game. And I decided to have the true murderer be an adult as well. The rest of the character cards were handed out randomly to the children. So, guess who dies?

That's right, my husband. In this game he doesn't go by the name Elliot of course. He is the late Edward C. Rochester who is a multi millionaire. He dies of arsenic poisoning which is put in his tea. Of course, the arsenic poisoning isn't real. He was just drinking tea with sugar when he played dead.

I watch as Olivia reads her card and her eyes grow wide. I walk up to her. "It's okay. I would have been the killer, but I really have to finish baking cookies."

She composes her terrified looking face and says, "Of course. No offense taken or anything."

Her face was the last clue I needed for my own little investigation. Her card not only said she was the murderer of Edward C. Rochester aka my husband, but his mistress. That little bit of fictional information would have seemed innocent or harmless to someone who was just playing a game. But Olivia saw the hidden message; that I knew it was her. Of course, I wasn't a hundred percent sure until now.

I let the children play their game and slip into the kitchen for a few moments. I really did have cookies to finish cooking. I open up the oven and take out the finished batch and replace it with a new one. Elliot comes in. "I know I'm dead and all, but can I have a cookie?"

His question wasn't flirtatious or begging, but just empty and hungry. I hand him a cookie without saying a word.

"Dad!" Dickie's voice screeches, "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Well, I'm undead right now."

Dickie rolled his eyes and leaves the room, snatching a few cookies himself.

I place the cookies on a big plate and bring it out to the living room. I see Elizabeth questioning Olivia. "So, how did you know this victim, Edward Rochester?"

Olivia face turns red. "We were friends."

Friends my ass. She was sleeping with him. Inside and outside of this game.

Teenagers and kids come running up for cookies. One of them asks me some questions as if I'm the killer, and to play my role, I start crying. "How could I possibly kill my own husband?"

I'm surprised I actual manage some real tears and a convincing voice. Hey. maybe I'm not that bad at acting. Well, of course I'm not that bad at it. All my friends and family, save Kathleen and Elliot, are convinced I'm the happiest person there is.

Everyone looks at me as I play out my role, while my dead husband is in the kitchen eating cookies, except for Olivia. Her eyes are down and I think I see a tear rolling down her cheek. I almost feel guilty. Like I'm the bad one here, intentionally hurting her. But why shouldn't I? If all my suspicions are correct, which I now know they are, why shouldn't I?

Before I know it, Olivia's body slams into mine. I feel sick; almost as sick as when Elliot accidentally touches me shoulder or my hands. "Are you okay?" I manage to ask.

She looks at me. Her eyes are bloodshot and she looks as pale as a ghost. "No. Where's you're restroom?" she asks.

"Down the hall and to the right." I say, "Are you sure you're okay?"

She covers her mouth and runs down the hall.

"Hope its not the cookies," One of the older boys say as he takes another cookie off my plate.

"She didn't have any," I assure him.

As soon as the plate empties I head back to the kitchen. When I leave some of the teenagers are playing video games having lost interest in the murder mystery. The younger ones seem to be taking it more seriously, still questioning each other. "You had every reason to murder Edward," I hear a child saying to Dickie. The conversation fades as I walk farther into the kitchen.

"Olivia is sick." I tell Elliot.

His head perks up and he looks at me with wide eyes, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know what's wrong. She just got pale as a ghost and rushed to the bathroom. I think she's throwing up. Maybe you should go check on her."