Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Olivia could have used her self-defense skills to fight Ethan, but she didn't want Isabella and Aaron to find out they were there.

Otherwise, everything she tolerated before would've been for naught.

She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she caused Isabella to commit suicide out of shame.

Cheating was wrong, but she didn't have to pay for it with her life.

Too many people had been hurt or killed because of her.

Cyril's leg was still suffering from lingering effects after so many years.

Mona was dead, and so was Snowball.

She was also the reason Ethan had all those scars on his back.

All those things had become a burden to her.

She didn't want anyone to lose their lives for her sake again.

"Ethan, you bastard.

Let go of me," Olivia hissed.

Ethan whispered, "Liv, why can you be so forgiving to everyone else? But you're always so cruel to me." Olivia looked him in the eye and asked slowly, "Do you really not know?" Sighing, Ethan nestled his head on her neck.

"Liv, the mistakes were already made.

The damage is already done.

you want me to atone for my mistakes?

want it, I can give it to you." She never doubted that Ethan

he could jump down

come

he who had hurt her

don't want your

to sever all

my life

don't want to live another day

it

the icy

reached into her thin

Olivia bit her lip.

"You bastard.

what happens." Her shy expression made

said impishly, “Even if

you're dying too." Olivia's

bastard." Their

night breeze felt

body tingle when Ethan's

"Liv, I want you.

had

it after that

was a stubborn

to relieve his pent-up