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.

wiped 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 never

knew that Ethan had spent the whole night thinking and changing the terms of the divorce.

barely alive. He had tormented and hurt Olivia for two

generous alimony to ensure her a comfortable life for

when to back down. Did she think that there was a chance that Ethan would

to go back in again. She

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

but stopped himself. In the end, he just said, “Madam, you’re still young. There will be another

not having any more

was off. He wanted to ask more, but Olivia

face showed indifference. He didn’t even turn to look at her. After

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herself into Ethan’s

to get back at him. Once she saw the evidence, she was conflicted.