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.

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 to atone for Jeff’s

the situation. In the past two years, Ethan was good to Marina and fulfilled all her demands, but he didn’t seem to have any

the other hand, Ethan gave Olivia the cold shoulder, but Brent could tell that she was Ethan’s one true love. Alas, Ethan, blinded by hate, would do anything

two women were nowhere to be seen. Apparently, Olivia had to bring Everly

he ordered his men to look around but found no one. Brent called up the hotels across

It’ll take some time

she planned

her, no matter what

that Olivia hadn’t left the premises with a male escort. Still, those who entertained Olivia were tied up and brought to Ethan, who lit

“Lift your heads.”

they’d get into trouble with a

you touch

kept a distance from us. She had

snickered and lifted the chin of one host. He examined the young man’s face, which was caked in makeup. The man

she eat the grapes fed to her by a cheap,

brink of tears. Ethan made it worse when he announced,

Miller, please

the lounge. “Mrs.

cut off just because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted was to latch onto some rich lady,

she didn’t even look at them despite their best efforts to woo her. Not only that, but they also had to deal with a devil after she left. Talk

the city aimlessly. Where

in the ICU, she did not need to be at the hospital to take care of him. Her phone was turned off. Clueless, he went to

It had been a

fresh flowers on the dining table daily, but even the vase

from all their wedding photos. Only Ethan was left in the photos, looking both eerie and