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.

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 to atone

breath in the car. He was confused by the situation. In the past two years, Ethan was good to Marina and fulfilled

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

women were nowhere to be seen. Apparently, Olivia

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

found a new place to stay in advance. It’ll take some

he realized that she planned to

Find her, no matter what

tied up and brought to Ethan, who

“Lift your heads.”

thought that they’d get into trouble

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not like touching and kept a distance from us. She had a few drinks before leaving with

host. He examined the young man’s face, which was caked in makeup.

“Why would she eat the grapes fed to her by a cheap,

on the brink of tears. Ethan

Miller, please

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

cut off just because they fed their client grapes. All they wanted was to latch onto some rich lady, get their share of the money, and

efforts to woo her. Not only that, but they also had to deal with a devil after

them, Ethan went back to his car and drove around the city aimlessly.

ICU, she did not need to be at the hospital to take care of him. Her phone

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

her habit to arrange fresh flowers on the dining

removed from all their wedding photos. Only Ethan