"I told you I was going out earlier," I shrugged sarcastically, and he scoffed. He stood up from the couch and turned to me, his raging eyes glaring at me. "And that is why I'm fucking asking you where the hell you are coming from, Olivia! Where the hell did you go?" He yelled at the top of his lu
Chapter 37 Dante Russell POV Olivia was getting on my last nerve, but sadly, I had to keep tolerating her. If not for this transplant, I would never have asked to be with her in the first place. Once I was done making noodles, I carefully took out the grounded sleeping pill to add to her food, bu
Chapter 38 Olivia Cruz POV Being under the same roof as Dante and having to hear his lies was irking me, but sadly, I had to keep up with it. I was sitting on the bed inside the room and scrolling through my phone for nothing when I heard the door opening, so I raised my gaze and found Dante walk
Chapter 39 Dante held his phone to his ear while glaring hard at Emily who was standing in front of him in her living room. He had rushed down here earlier, thinking she was hurt, only to find out that she only lied to him. "Dante... Why are you glaring at me like that? Are you not happy to see me
Olivia Cruz“Congratulations, Mrs. Roberto,” said the doctor. “Only three months left.” The joy I’d felt when the doctor first told me about my pregnancy was immeasurable, and that hadn’t dissipated. If anything, it had grown. I couldn’t wait to become a mom and couldn’t stop thinking about it on m
“Oh my God, Ollie,” Emily said, feigning concern. “Are you okay?” She rested her hand on my shoulder. “Do you need to go to the hospital? Dante, do something, please.” So pretentious. She didn't care one bit about me.“Let go of me, you shameless whore!” I said, pushing her away roughly.She yelped,
I sat on the couch in the living room of a house completely foreign to me. Being blind, I relied on familiarity. Here, I didn’t know my surroundings and was likely to fall or injure myself running into things. At least Dante hired a maid for me. Certainly unexpected. I supposed I should be grateful.
With no reason to live, I sat on the bed, waiting for death to find me. I’d lost my husband. I’d lost my son. So what was the point?The sound of the door opening drew my attention.“Look who we have here,” Emily said in a mocking tone. “Our sweet new mother. Congratulations on your safe delivery. I