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.

said, “I used to hate people who cry easily. I’m slowly becoming someone I hate. I’ve become someone

responded with something that shocked even himself. “Then, why are you still holding on?” He knew that Ethan had spent the whole night thinking and changing

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

a generous alimony to ensure her a comfortable life for the rest

the wise decision now. Olivia knew when to back down. Did she think that

she wanted to go back in

my baby was

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

not having any

tell that something was off. He wanted to ask more, but Olivia said, “Let’s

on his face showed indifference. He didn’t even turn to look at her. After via got into the car, he folded his arms. He was distant and cold as he said, “What

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herself into Ethan’s

hatred and wanted to get back at him. Once she saw the evidence, she was conflicted. She hated Ethan for what he did to the Fordhams