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.”

body in a way that made my skin

inside. Emilia’s waiting.” I turned toward

my path. “Come on, Liv. Five minutes? For old times‘

that great, remember?” I moved to step around

my Porsche. “Carter must be

made my blood

guy talk to his ex

guy cheated

months

inside.” I tried to step past him

now. “I don’t get it.

basic decency and respect for boundaries? I’m not having

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

in my chest. “What did

next you’re Mrs. Billionaire Carter.” His face contorted with bitterness. “What, did you have your sights set

my own ears. “You’re

at my words but recovered quickly. “Moving on is one thing. Marrying

and we tied the knot. I don’t care what you

rush? Afraid your rich husband might

my arm away. “Don’t touch

happened to you?” Ryan asked, his voice rising. “You used to be real.

I

face darkened. “So you admit

finding someone who respects me.” I stepped back,

and you know it.” Ryan moved closer, invading my space again. “I respected you.

had a funny way of showing it. With

flushed red. “I made a

you making,” I interrupted.

with me. “We were

bar entrance, wishing

just going

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