Olivia’s POV“Shit,” Austin muttered under his breath.The moment he saw my tears, he stepped closer, his hands hovering as if he wanted to comfort me but wasn’t sure how. His brows furrowed deeply, and he exhaled sharply.“Liv, I—” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head at himself. “That was so stupid of me. I didn’t mean to upset you.”I wiped at my cheeks, frustrated that I was crying in front of him.Why was I like this?Why was I falling apart over and over again?It wasn’t like I didn’t know how bad Ryan was. It wasn’t new information. Yet, here I was—barely holding myself together in a parking lot with an old friend, all because he asked a simple question.“I wish I had never gotten a divorce,” I blurted out, my voice breaking.Austin’s eyes widened slightly. “Liv—”“I should’ve just—” I shook my head, sucking in a deep breath. “I should’ve just found a way to fix things. I should’ve—”“No.” Austin’s voice was firm, cutting through my rambling. “No way. Don’t even st
Olivia’s POVI stared at Austin in complete shock, my eyes locked on the thin lines of blood forming on his palm. The broken shards of glass sat scattered on the table, glistening under the dim diner lights, water pooling around them.“What the hell, Austin?” I grabbed his wrist, my grip tight, as if that could somehow stop the bleeding.He blinked at me, then let out a chuckle—a damn chuckle—as if nothing had happened. “Relax, Liv. It’s not that bad.”“Not that bad?” I echoed, my voice rising. “You just crushed a glass in your hand!”He shrugged, shaking off my grip. “It was already cracked.” He lifted his hand slightly, inspecting it. “Probably just needed the right amount of pressure to break. And with what I just heard…” He exhaled through his nose, jaw still tight, but his expression softened as he met my gaze. “I guess I squeezed a little too hard.”I wasn’t buying it.I saw the way his muscles were still tense, the way his fingers twitched slightly as if the anger hadn’t fully
Austin’s POVI tossed my keys onto the kitchen counter, sighing as I kicked off my shoes. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that invited thoughts I didn’t want to entertain.Running a hand through my hair, I collapsed onto the couch, my phone still warm in my palm from my call with Olivia.It had been a while , yet talking to her felt so effortless. Like no time had passed. Like we were still those kids who used to laugh until our stomachs hurt, sneaking out to watch the city lights, dreaming about the future.Except the future turned out to be nothing like we imagined.I leaned back, staring at the ceiling.How the hell did things get so bad for her?Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her face—her trembling hands, the unshed tears in her eyes when she spoke about Ryan.And when she told me what he had done to her…I clenched my fists. The glass at the diner had shattered in my hands before I even realized what I was doing.The worst part? Olivia di
Austin’s POVThe bar smelled like cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke, a stark contrast to the polished world Ryan West usually presented to the public. I stepped inside, scanning the room as I made my way toward the counter. The lighting was dim, the crowd a mix of businessmen looking for a late-night escape and regulars who had probably been drinking here for years.Then I saw him.Ryan West sat at a booth near the back, laughing with two other men, his fingers loosely wrapped around a glass of amber liquid. His suit jacket was draped over the booth beside him, his tie loosened just enough to suggest he was letting loose—but not too much. Even here, even in a rundown bar like this, he was still careful with his image.I walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey, keeping my movements casual, my eyes fixed on him just enough to study him without drawing too much attention.Ryan took a sip of his drink, nodding along as his friend whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, it must ha
Olivia’s POVThe fabric clung to my body, delicate and soft against my skin, but I felt nothing. I turned slightly, staring at my reflection in the floor-length mirror as the bridal consultant fussed over the train of the gown."You look stunning, Miss Smith," she said with a warm smile, stepping back to admire her work.I gave a stiff nod. "It’s beautiful."It was all a facade. The gown was gorgeous—intricate lace detailing along the sleeves, pearls carefully stitched into the bodice, the kind of dress most women dreamt of. But it felt foreign on me, as though it belonged to someone else entirely.And in a way, it did.Because this wasn’t my wedding. Not really.It was Ryan’s.It was his show, his prize to flaunt, his way of sealing me into a life I wanted no part of.A date had been chosen. A venue had been booked. The arrangements were already in motion, and yet, it all felt like a blur—happening around me, without me. I hadn’t even been given the chance to argue.The only thing I
Olivia’s POVThe sound of my phone smashing against the floor echoed in my ears. For a second, I couldn’t move. I just stood there, staring at the shattered screen, my own reflection distorted in the broken glass.Then my head snapped up.My vision blurred with red-hot rage as I looked at Ryan.He stood there with a blank expression, as if what he just did meant nothing. Like I was the irrational one for caring.That was it.I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate.I stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face.The sharp sound cracked through the air, and for the first time since I’d known him, Ryan looked genuinely shocked.His head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening as he processed what had just happened. His fingers twitched like he wanted to react—like he wanted to grab me, but I didn’t give him the chance.I leaned in, bringing my lips dangerously close to his ear, and whispered, “Whatever childhood trauma you’re dealing with, you better get it resolved before we officia
Ethan’s POVThe sound of my footsteps hitting the pavement barely registered in my head. My blood was boiling, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached.Behind me, Vivian’s hurried footsteps followed. “Ethan, wait!” she called out, but I ignored her.I reached my car and yanked the door open. Just as I was about to slam it shut, Vivian grabbed the edge of the door, stopping me.Her breath was heavy from running. “Where are you going?”I didn’t even hesitate. “To show him that he can’t mess with the Richards.”Vivian let out a sharp breath, frustration evident on her face. “Not in your current state, Ethan. You’re seeing red right now, and that won’t end well.”I clenched my jaw. She wasn’t wrong. I was angry—furious—but that didn’t change the fact that Ryan needed to be put in his place.“It’s either I get in the car with you,” Vivian continued, her voice firm, “or we both go back inside.”Her hand slowly released the door, and instead of waiting for my answer, she turned and walk
Lucas’s POVThe steady clicking of my keyboard filled the otherwise silent office. The city lights flickered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely noticed. My focus was on the reports in front of me, the numbers blurring together as I forced myself to keep working.Work was the only thing keeping my mind from spiraling.I rubbed my temples, exhaling heavily. My body ached from the lack of sleep, but stopping meant thinking, and I couldn’t afford that. Not now.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.Before I could respond, my secretary, Chloe stepped in, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe."Lucas, you need to take a break.""I'm fine," I said flatly, not looking up.She sighed, walking further into the office. "No, you're not. You've been working tirelessly for days. You barely eat. You barely sleep. And you sure as hell haven't left this office unless absolutely necessary."I kept typing, ignoring the concern in her voice.Chloe placed a hand on
Olivia's POV The office was quiet, the hum of the day winding down as I stood at my desk, stacking files and shutting down my laptop. My heart was a tangle of guilt, longing, and a fragile hope I couldn’t name, caught between Lucas’s pull and Austin’s steady care within the past few weeks.I rubbed my eyes, exhaustion seeping into my bones, when my phone buzzed, Austin’s name lighting up the screen. A small smile tugged at my lips, his reliability a quiet comfort in the chaos.“Hey,” I answered, my voice soft, tinged with weariness but warmed by his call. “You checking up on me again?”His chuckle was low, grounding, a sound that eased the knot in my chest. “Always,” he said, his tone light but laced with concern. “You done? Ready to head home? I can swing by.”I glanced at the clock—nearly five, the office emptying out—and nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, I’m just finishing up,” I said, my voice steadier now, a flicker of relief at the thought of him waiting for
Lucas's POV The weight of the past weeks clung to me like a second skin, a relentless burden of accusations, betrayals, and the constant threat of losing everything I’d built. My office, once a sanctuary of control, felt like a battlefield, littered with the fallout of Amelia’s outburst, the press’s relentless scrutiny, and the plummeting stock prices that mocked my every effort to salvage my reputation. My chest was a knot of frustration, exhaustion and sleepless nights.I’d been hounding the police daily, my calls and visits a desperate attempt to force them to act, to find the source of the false story that had painted me as a murderer. Each time, they’d met me with barely concealed irritation, their eyes narrowing when they challenged my alibi to the press, their voices dripping with skepticism.“You told the world you were working late with Ms. Holmes,” one detective had snapped last week, his tone sharp, his arms crossed as he leaned across his desk. “But your story’s got h
Olivia's POV My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, as I lunged toward Austin, my voice breaking with every plea. “Stop, Austin! Please, stop!” Tears streamed down my cheeks, my heart pounding with a mix of horror and fear as I watched him pummel Ryan’s father, his fists a blur of rage, blood staining the pavement beneath them. Richard’s face was a mess, his movements weak, his groans fading, and Austin’s fury showed no sign of slowing. My legs trembled, my chest heaving as I grabbed at Austin’s arm, my fingers slipping against his tense muscles, my voice a choked sob. “Enough! You’re going to kill him!”Finally, my words—or maybe my touch—broke through. Austin froze, his fist raised, his chest heaving, his face twisted with a rage that slowly melted into shock. He dropped his arm, stumbling back, his eyes wide as he looked from Richard’s bloodied form to me, his breath ragged. My tears fell faster now, my body shaking as I stood there, the violence of the moment
Olivia's PovThe morning sun beamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table, but my heart was still heavy, tangled in the aftermath of yesterday’s chaos. Austin’s quiet defense of me—they swirled in my mind, a relentless storm of guilt, longing, and fear that kept me awake most of the night. My coffee sat untouched, cooling in its mug, as I stared at the table, my fingers tracing the grain of the wood, trying to anchor myself in the present. Austin’s confession—“I’m starting to fall for you”—echoed in my chest, a tender ache that clashed with the pull I still felt toward Lucas, making every breath feel like a battle. I wanted to be grateful, to lean into his care, but my heart was a mess, and I didn’t know how to untangle it.Austin appeared in the doorway, his presence steady but cautious, his eyes searching mine with a concern that made my throat tighten. “Olivia,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, breaking through my haze, “I’ve been thinkin
Lucas's pov I stood frozen, my heart pounding, my breath shallow as I processed the sight of her—Amelia, the woman who’d always wielded her pride like a weapon, now stripped bare, her ego shattered in a way I’d never imagined possible. My chest tightened, a surge of surprise mingling with the anger still burning from her slap, her accusations, the public spectacle she’d turned our lives into. The press was gone, their cameras silenced for now, but the weight of their lenses lingered, a reminder of the chaos she’d unleashed, the chaos I’d fueled with my own choice.I should’ve felt triumphant, seeing her humbled, but instead, a hollow ache settled in my gut, a mix of guilt and exhaustion that made my shoulders sag. Her desperation was real, her tears a mirror of the pain I’d caused, but it didn’t erase the fury still simmering inside me. She’d pushed me too far—her rage, her accusations about Olivia, the way she’d humiliated us both in front of the world. Yet here she was, beggin
Lucas's povThe sting of Amelia’s slap burned across my cheek, a sharp, searing shock that snapped my head to the side and left my ears ringing. I stood frozen at the base of the podium stairs, my heart pounding, my mind reeling as the press conference hall buzzed with the chaos of her outburst. The cameras flashed like a swarm of fireflies, their relentless clicks a reminder of the vultures circling, ready to feast on this fresh scandal. My chest tightened, a mix of shock, anger, and dread flooding through me as I registered Amelia’s face—twisted with fury, her eyes blazing with a venom that made my stomach churn. Before I could even process the pain, her voice erupted, shrill and piercing, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd like a blade.“You didn’t come home for two days!” she screamed, her hands flailing, her words dripping with accusation. “You’ve been cheating with your ex, haven’t you? With Olivia!”Her words hit like a punch, stealing the air from my lungs, my heart
Olivia's pov Austin’s confession hung in the air like a fragile thread, his words—“I’m starting to fall for you”—settling into my chest with a weight that was both startling and strangely familiar. I sat frozen in the café booth, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my heart a frantic drumbeat as I processed what he’d said. I wasn’t shocked—not entirely. Deep down, I’d suspected it, a quiet whisper in the back of my mind that no one could be as kind, as steadfast, as Austin had been without some hidden feeling driving it. Nobody signed up to be a husband on paper, to weather my chaos and stand by me through it all, without something more attached. Yet hearing it aloud, raw and unguarded, sent a tremor through me, a mix of warmth, guilt, and fear that made my throat tighten and my eyes sting with unshed tears.I looked at him, his face open, vulnerable, his eyes searching mine for a reaction, and my chest ached with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. Austin—steady, caring Austin—had
Olivia's povAmelia’s departure left a hollow echo in the corridors my office, her heels clicking away into the distance, her silence a victory I hadn’t expected but didn’t fully trust. My words—“I’ll marry him again… fight for full custody”—hung in the air like smoke, bold and reckless, their weight settling into my chest with a mix of triumph and dread. My heart pounded, my hands trembling as I stood there, the morning air sharp against my flushed skin. I’d faced her down, held my ground, but the fire of my defiance was already fading, replaced by a gnawing guilt that twisted my stomach. What had I done? Threatening to take Lucas back, to tear apart their family—it wasn’t me, not really, but the words had spilled out, fueled by her venom and my own tangled longing for a past I couldn’t reclaim. I took a shaky breath, my legs unsteady, and forced myself toward my desk, desperate to bury the encounter in work, to escape the storm of emotions threatening to drown me.I settled at
Olivia's POV The morning sun was barely cresting the horizon as I pulled into the company parking lot, the engine’s hum fading into a heavy silence that matched the turmoil churning inside me. My hands lingered on the steering wheel, knuckles pale from gripping it too tightly, as if holding on could steady the storm of emotions still raging from last night. Austin’s words—“I didn’t ask you to care for me”—echoed in my head, each syllable a fresh wound, laced with guilt and regret that burned hotter with every replay. My eyes stung, gritty from tears and sleeplessness, my chest a tight knot of anger, shame, and a longing for Lucas I couldn’t shake, no matter how hard I tried. I took a shaky breath, willing myself to focus, to bury it all and face the day, but the weight of it clung to me, heavy and unrelenting.I pushed open the car door, the cool morning air hitting my face like a slap, and stepped out, my heels clicking against the asphalt. That’s when I saw her—Amelia, standin