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.

Not only that, but he also wanted to keep her by

in the car. He was confused by the situation. In the past two

tell that she was Ethan’s one true love. Alas, Ethan, blinded by hate,

be seen. Apparently, Olivia had to

but found no one. Brent called up the hotels across the city and got nothing

found a new place to stay in advance. It’ll take some time to find a rental if you’re doing it

he realized that she planned to leave

her,

a male escort. Still, those who entertained Olivia were tied up and

“Lift your heads.”

trouble

you

touching and kept a distance from us. She had a few

chin of one host. He examined the young man’s face, which was caked in

eat the grapes fed to her

man was on the brink of tears. Ethan

Miller, please spare

and showed Ethan the surveillance footage of the lounge. “Mrs. Miller did

to have their fingers cut off just because they fed their

look at them despite their best efforts to woo her. Not only that, but they also had to deal with

the city

the hospital to take care of him. Her phone was turned off. Clueless, he went to almost

that night. It had been a while since he visited the villa. Only the furniture was left behind; the

habit to arrange fresh flowers on the dining

and lonely master bedroom, her presence was removed from all their wedding photos. Only Ethan was left in the photos,