Chapter 4

"Olivia Lambert!" Timothy growled through gritted teeth. After a moment, he relaxed and smirked. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Has it been that long since I've touched you that you're getting restless?"

Once upon a time, I would have found such comments as playful banter between a couple. Now, they just made my skin crawl, and I felt nothing but disgust.

"Olivia, I know you better than you know yourself," Timothy continued, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke in my face.

I flinched slightly but held my ground. Of course, he knew me. We had known each other for years. He understood that beneath my outgoing exterior, I was actually quite conservative.

He also knew how important he was to me, yet he still chose to be with the person I hated most. It was almost poetic—the one I loved was the one who hurt me the deepest.

"Whatever. If you want to play the arranged marriage game, I guess I can go along with it."

Not wanting to waste another second there, I left. As I w