Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 86

Ethan took a furtive glance around the apartment. It wasn’t big, but he could feel Olivia’s presence in every corner.

When he noticed the baby crib in her room, he remembered that it was the only thing she’d taken with her when she’d left him. As the realization washed over him, his heart turned into a jumbled mess.

After seeing her jump off the building that day, he’d come to realize one thing.

He’d followed after her without hesitation, which made him understand that he couldn’t stop loving her no matter how much he hated her.

His love and hate were intertwined. They fused into a prickly bramble full of thors, coiling tightly around the two of them. It was as though the more he pushed her off into the dark, the closer he got to the edge of a cliff himself.

Ethan picked up a soft toy on the bed. Olivia had always hugged it to make herself sleep for countless nights in the past two

years.

happened, he would have been a good husband to Olivia and a good father to their child. Every time her name left his lips, he could still feel the love

couldn’t make himself

time. She slowly pushed herself off the ground

Ethan would have left, given that he was someone who valued time. Yet when

a cigarette flickered as he held it between two fingers. It seemed that his smoking

he was still here. Was he waiting to pick up where they’d stopped

she went to get herself a

as she approached him. “Should we do it here or on the bed?” she asked in a cool and distant tone, as though they were talking about

her sickly face, then exhaled slowly, forming a white puff of smoke in the air. Do I

go to sleep if you’re not thinking of doing it,” Olivia told him blankly. She secretly thanked

was to have a good rest. She went into her room and

lightly to make the ashes fall as he watched

he’d wanted.