The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Olivia

I pulled into O’Malley’s parking lot, scanning for a spot amid the usual Friday night crowd. The neon sign buzzed overhead, casting a red glow across the cars.

My phone buzzed with a text from Emilia: “Got us seats at the bar. Hurry before someone steals them!”

I smiled, already feeling lighter at the prospect of drinks with my best friend. After the drama with Penelope and that horrible gossip article, I needed this night out.

I found a spot near the back and pulled in, grabbing my purse from the passenger seat.

The cool evening air hit my face as I stepped out. I locked the Porsche with a beep, still not quite used to driving such a luxury vehicle, and headed toward the entrance.

“Liv?”

I froze at the familiar voice behind me. Ryan. Perfect timing, as always.

Turning, I found him standing a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets. He looked exactly like he had the last time I’d seen him, slightly disheveled in that calculated way he thought made him look artistic.

“What do you want, Ryan?” I asked, not bothering to hide my impatience.

He moved closer, that half–smile playing on his lips. “Just saying hi. Fancy running into you here.”

“Yeah, what a coincidence.” I crossed my arms. “At the bar I’ve been coming to for years.”

good,” he said, eyes traveling over my body in a way that made my skin crawl. “Marriage agrees with

Emilia’s waiting.” I turned

path. “Come on,

that great, remember?” I moved

toward my Porsche. “Carter must be pretty

made my blood

conversation. Can’t a guy talk to his ex without

when that guy cheated on

was months ago. I’ve

I’m meeting someone inside.” I

less casual now. “I don’t get it. What’s

respect for boundaries? I’m not having this conversation in a

just the money?” Ryan pressed, his tone sharpening. “Because that’s what everyone’s saying. Gold–digger Olivia, sleeping her way

flaring hot in my chest. “What

dating regular guys like me, the next you’re Mrs. Billionaire Carter.” His face contorted with bitterness. “What, did you have your sights set

“You’re the one who stuck your dick in

flinched at my words but recovered quickly. “Moving on is one thing. Marrying the richest guy three months later? Come on,

knot. I don’t care what

fingers digging in slightly. “What’s the rush? Afraid your rich husband might see you talking to

jerked my arm away. “Don’t touch me.

voice rising. “You used to be real. Now you’re just another plastic trophy wife with a fancy car

ex who can’t handle that I upgraded.” The words flew out before I could stop

you admit it? Is it about the

stepped back, putting distance

moved closer, invading my space again. “I respected you. I

a funny way

face flushed red.

interrupted. “Who knows how many

were together for years, Liv. Does that mean

glanced toward the bar entrance, wishing Emilia would come

just

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