Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

When Brent felt Ethan’s chilling gaze on him, he had to explain. “Mr. Miller, she’s with Everly.”

It wasn’t unusual for Olivia to hang out with her best friend, Everly. Ethan had asked Brent to follow Everly on Instagram to monitor Olivia’s move. While explaining, Brent showed his boss Everly’s Instagram post.

In one of them, Everly showed off her eye-catching pink curls, but Ethan was instantly drawn to Olivia, who was rocking a different style in the photo. She had gotten a middle-part pixie cut, which—coupled with her tiny face—made her look more morose than her usual sunny disposition.

Her eyes were looking downward, and her collarbone was visible through her Oxford shirt in the photo. Her beauty was almost sacred.

The caption read “Reborn.”

Ethan hadn’t realized that his fingers were trembling slightly. After a year of being pestered by her, he should have felt relieved that she wanted to let go. But why did he feel suffocated instead?

He reminded himself that his sister was gone. Olivia did not have the right to declare her “rebirth.” He convinced himself that he wasn’t feeling bad for Olivia—he just wanted revenge.

He wasn’t done with torturing her yet, and he would not let this slip.

Deep in his thoughts, he was interrupted by Brent’s remark. “Ms. Hilton brought Mrs. Miller to the Dark Horse Clubhouse.”

Brent clicked on an Instagram post that showed Olivia lazing on a soft couch in a dimly lit room while a handsome young man in white kneeled on one knee and fed her grapes.

Ethan almost crushed the phone after seeing the photo. “Go to the clubhouse.”

The air turned frosty, and he couldn’t take his mind off the young man in white. He knew he’d make Olivia weak in the knees when he put on a white shirt, and she’d sometimes sketch the image of his teenage self in a white shirt.

was at that moment he realized that he didn’t want a divorce at all. Not only that, but he also wanted to keep her by his side forever. He wanted to subject her to daily torture

confused by the situation. In the past two years, Ethan was good

that she was

Dark Horse Clubhouse, the two women were nowhere to be seen. Apparently, Olivia had to bring Everly home

look around but found no one. Brent called

new place to stay in advance. It’ll take

eyes darkened when he realized that she planned to

Find her, no matter what

those who entertained Olivia were tied up and brought to Ethan, who lit a cigar and stared

“Lift your heads.”

they’d get into trouble with a big shot. Shaking violently, they stammered,

you touch

didn’t. The lady did not like touching and kept a distance from us. She had

one host. He examined the young man’s face,

eat the grapes fed to her

brink of tears. Ethan made it worse

please

of the

sobbing. They hadn’t expected to have their fingers cut off just because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted was to latch onto some rich lady, get their

today, but sadly, she didn’t even look at them despite their best efforts to woo her. Not only that, but they also had to

to his car and drove around the city aimlessly. Where would Olivia go when she had no place to

at the hospital to take care of him. Her phone

a futile search, he returned to their newlywed home. He had only stopped by shortly on that night. It had been a while since he

the dining table daily, but

bedroom, her presence was removed from all their wedding photos. Only Ethan