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.

hate people who cry easily. I’m slowly becoming someone I hate. I’ve become someone I

himself. “Then, why 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 that

Fordhams were bankrupt. Jeff, who was responsible for it, was barely alive. He had tormented and hurt Olivia for two years. He

given a generous alimony to ensure her a comfortable

to back down. Did she think that there was

out of that misery and now, she wanted to go back in again. She

baby was

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

“I’m not having any more

could tell that something was off. He wanted to ask more,

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

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herself

at him. Once she saw the evidence, she was conflicted. She hated Ethan for