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.

easily. I’m slowly becoming someone I hate. I’ve become someone I swore never to

are you still holding on?” He knew that Ethan had spent the whole night thinking and changing the terms of the divorce. It was obvious

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

given a generous alimony to ensure her

was the wise decision now. Olivia knew when to back down. Did she think that there was a chance

go back in again. She was repeating her

baby was still alive,

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

not having any

off. He wanted to ask more, but

was already waiting for her in the car. The aloof look 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 do you plan

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herself into

him. Once she saw the evidence, she was conflicted.