Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 9

It was dead silent in the car. Marina’s voice was loud as she was anxious, so Olivia managed to hear her say the name “Connor.”

She remembered the day she received her pregnancy report. She had run into Ethan’s embrace and told him about it. “Ethan, you’re going to be a father! We’re having a baby!”

Her voice was filled with enthusiasm. “I’ve thought of our child’s name. It’ll be Colette if she’s a girl and Connor if she’s a boy. What do you think?”

Oh, how she wished she had misheard Marina, but Ethan looked her right in the eyes and told her, “His name’s Connor.”

“You asshole!” Olivia’s hand was already in the air. She slapped him, yet he did not flinch, letting her do as she pleased.

“How could you name her child after our own?”

The thought of her child was Olivia’s final straw. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, and she pounced on him as if she had gone crazy.

“You devil! Why did God take away my child from me? Why weren’t you the one who died?” She landed hit after hit on him as she yelled, “He doesn’t deserve that name!”

Ethan grabbed both her hands and told Kelvin, “Head to Collington Cove.”

This made Olivia go berserk. “We’re close to the City Hall already! Settle our divorce first before you head elsewhere!”

“His fever won’t go down. I must go back now.”

“My father’s lying unconscious in the hospital, yet the nurses wouldn’t even let me anywhere near the hospital because of the bills! Are you saying that your child’s life is important, but my father’s life is nothing?” Olivia yelled in his face.

mention of Olivia’s father. “How dare you compare

rage, Olivia raised her hand to slap him again, but

a turn, and Olivia watched as they moved further and further away from the City Hall. Ethan locked her tightly in his arms, restraining her movements and preventing her from

ago, she would be happy and content in his arms, but they were nothing more than shackles to her now. His arms were strong, and with how

she hollered, “Do you love Marina

gotten just a bit slimmer—she was way bonier than she was a year ago. She was paper-thin, and he

much was now so skinny and

a little.

your father’s breathing

silent then. Her hands clutched his clothes tightly as her tears soaked his shirt. It was funny how he was the one who used to say that he would never make her cry, but he was now the reason

car was suffocating. Olivia finally managed to calm herself down, pushing

business if you want to go to your child. However, you can’t ruin our plan. Stop worrying about me not letting

the word “trash,” but Olivia ignored him

pin my hopes on you. I’ve seen everything now. Holding on is meaningless, so I’ll let things go. Give me the money, and we’ll deal with

if I don’t

into his dark, unsettling eyes. The tears that she wept just now

jump out of the car.

take out a check and write on it. “I’ll

divorce you? Don’t worry. I’ll sooner take my own life

check from his hands, slammed the door shut,

save

settle her father’s medical fees. She then called a cab and headed to the address Brent

high-end cemetery. Those buried here were either affluent

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