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Till death do us part

Author: Quillian Dark
last update Last Updated: 2024-08-19 19:26:00

“I should have known that fool would side with Jessica. What a punk.” Ethan said as he walked out of the club. He always knew that somewhere deep down in Kelvin’s heart he felt something for Jessica but couldn’t speak up because she was with him.

Somehow, Ethan’s mind was ravaged with questions and thoughts about divorcing Jessica for Olivia. He knew she was high maintenance and loved all the expensive things of life and she was about to become his wife so he was willing to take up the challenge. Jessica was a good wife, always there for him even though he never truly needed her or cared for her. She made sure he was happy even when it was at the expense of her own happiness.

What a pity.

He decided to return back to his home after a sour celebration with his friend, Kelvin, to be with the woman his heart longed for. He decided to stop by a flower shop to pick up flowers for the woman who carried his child in her womb. To him, no one else cared and loved him like she did, not even his parents else they wouldn’t have arranged for a marriage with Jessica who he didn’t love one bit.

When he arrived home, Olivia opened the door and ran towards him, her knight in shining armor had returned. She had been expecting his return and was glad to see him with the flowers and gifts in his arms.

“Babe!” Olivia happily screamed as she saw the beautiful things Ethan had gotten for her. She looked like a baby that was glad to see her dad after a long day away from him.

“Hey beautiful.” He said as he planted a kiss on her fore head.

“Go easy on yourself, you know you’re carrying the next heir to our empire.”

“Our empire?” she asked as her eyes shone brightly in surprise to the statement he had just made.

“Of course. Whatever I have is yours.” Ethan replied with a smirk on his face as he tugged on her cheek with his hand.

Ethan held onto the gifts as she took the flowers away from him to have a scent of it. He led her into their home as gentle as possible because he wanted no complications to happen. He still knew he had to talk and prep her for the events that were about to unfold in the coming days.

“Love? Do you have a minute?” Ethan asked his soon to be bride and led her to sofa for a conversation.

“Is everything okay, pookie?.” She responded with frown on her face as she pouted her lips like a child.

“My parents. They are gonna kick against us, so I need you to be prepared to fight for us. No matter what.” Ethan mumbled as he spoke to her hoping she wouldn’t give up on what they had as he had already fallen deeply in love.

“Pookie, you should know that I’m not so easy to chase away. I’ll stand by your side and fight for us no matter what.” Olivia reassured him as she held his chin in her hand and played with his beards.

“Alrigth that’s good to know. I received a text from the family lawyer saying he would be sending the divorce documents to me.” Ethan announced to Olivia who was visibly surprised that it was happening so fast.

“Does that mean Jessica already signed it?” she asked, nudging him to give her a quick answer.

“Yes, yes, yes. Relax love.” He answered happily and watched her face light up with joy as she heard his reply.

Olivia reached out for a hug as she realized that her competition had decided to leave so she could assume the role of Ethan’s wife. She looked into his eyes and mumbled “I love you” under her breath before flicking her fingers on his lips as if wiping something off it. This is all she had wanted for the past five years and it was finally happening and she was going to have a child to boast with.

“We are going to come out on top after this divorce. I will always be by your side making you happy everyday.” Olivia declared, holding Ethan’s hand firmly.

Ethan loved this about Olivia, she knew how to motivate him when he was sad and knew just the right words to say to make him feel better. She always made sure she showed him that her stance was with him whenever they had any sort of problem.

 

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