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.

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.

the past two years,

cold shoulder, but Brent could tell that she

Apparently, Olivia had to bring Everly home because the latter was making a scene after

around but found no one. Brent called up the hotels across the city and got

in advance. It’ll take some time

look in Ethan’s eyes darkened when he realized that she planned to leave for good once she

her, no matter what

Olivia were tied up and brought to Ethan, who lit

“Lift your heads.”

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

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touching and kept a distance from us. She had a few drinks before leaving

man’s face, which was caked in makeup. The man also smelled of cloying and

would she eat the grapes fed

man was on the brink of tears. Ethan made it worse when he

Miller, please spare

the surveillance footage of the lounge. “Mrs.

were already 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 share of the

didn’t even look at them despite their best efforts

went back to his car and drove around the city aimlessly. Where would Olivia go when she had

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

futile search, he returned to their newlywed home. He had only stopped by shortly on that night. It had been a while since he visited the villa. Only the furniture was left behind; the interior seemed spotless and devoid of human

flowers on the dining table daily, but even the

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