Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 33

Olivia was beautiful. Even when she wept, she looked alluring. It was heart–aching to see someone so beautiful and so sad.

Brent said to her softly, “Madam, Mr. Miller is waiting for you.”

Olivia snapped back to reality. She reached out to wipe the tears from her face. She suddenly started sobbing again.

“Oh, Brent. I must look awful, don’t I?”

Brent had worked for Ethan for many years. He was no stranger to how vibrant his wife was. In the short span of two years, he gathered that she was like a withering flower: yet to witness her full bloom, and perhaps may never get to.

“Don’t worry. You still look beautiful. No one is as beautiful as you are.” Brent handed her a tissue.

her tears as she said, “I used to hate people who cry easily. I’m slowly becoming someone I hate. I’ve become someone I swore

holding on?” He knew that Ethan had spent the whole night thinking and changing the terms

who was responsible for it, was barely alive. He had tormented and hurt

alimony to ensure her a comfortable life for

to back down. Did she think that there

and now, she wanted to go back in again. She was

but said, “If my baby was still alive, they would be

the end, he just said, “Madam, you’re still young. There

“I’m not having

off. He wanted to ask more, but Olivia said,

didn’t even turn to look at her. After via got into the car, he folded his

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threw herself into Ethan’s

Once she saw the evidence, she was conflicted. She hated Ethan for what he did to the Fordhams and hated him even more