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_______________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.Elena.Jackson's first love.I felt all the pain that I had tucked away in the corner of my heart rush back in full force at the sight of Jackson's first love."Mind your language or I will forget that this is a funeral."Elena raised an eyebrow at me. "You think you can scare me?"I looked at her with a deadpan expression. "I'm not trying to scare you, Elena. I'm just stating the fact that this is a funeral. A place for mourning, not for drama."Her eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer to me. "Don't you dare act all high and mighty! You're just the desperate bitch he settled for because he couldn't have me."I felt my hands clench into fists at my sides. "This isn't the place for this. If you have anything to say to me, say it later."Elena smirked. "Oh, I'll save it for when he realizes his mistake and comes back to me, with his tail between his legs."I raised a brow.So they were really not together?And Jackson had initiated the
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."Mommy!" The sound of Kelsey's excited voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She was standing in the doorway of my room, her eyes wide with excitement. "Daddy's here!"Jackson?I looked at the huge clock on the wall.It was seven in the morning. What was he doing here this early?I quickly straightened my pajamas and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "What do you mean, Daddy's here?""He's downstairs with Uncle Will!" Kelsey exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. "They brought presents. Santa messed up the orders and dropped some of my presents there!"I blinked, trying to make sense of her words through the fog of sleep. "What are you talking about?""Daddy's downstairs," she repeated, her tone impatient."Why?""It's Christmas, Mommy!"I couldn't believe I had forgotten. It had been so chaotic with the funeral and the aftermath that the holiday had slipped my mind entirely.But as I saw the excitement in Kelsey's eyes, I knew I had to play along."O
___________________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.I walked into the greenness of the place, the serene sound of the fountain in the corner reaching my years.It was as beautiful as I remembered it.I turned to face Jackson. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"He took a deep breath, his gaze roaming over my face. "I know it's a lot to ask, Olivia, but I am asking to give me another chance."I opened my mouth to disagree immediately but he cut me off with his hand up in the air. "I am not asking you to forgive me. I know that it is not possible for anyone to forgive so easily after what I have done, especially when all I have done is say I am sorry verbally and never did anything to prove that I am sorry through my actions."He took another step closer, his eyes boring into mine. "But I want to be that person now. I want to be the person who shows you, every single day that I am sorry. That I regret everything that happened between us.""Jackson, I-"He cut me off again. "And I
___________ . . .~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ ."That's not it."It took everything in me not to throw the foam packing on my monkey and her Daddy."We are trying!" Kelsey whined as she pretended to read the instruction manual for assembling the indoor kennel.Jackson had the tip of his tongue poking out from the side of his lips as he screwed two segments together completely wrong.I sighed frustratedly, Pickles looking up from my lap and then back at the mess that the two were creating."Why don't you both take a break?" I asked. "Have some of the caramel toffee muffins that Ms. Jenkins dropped off and some orange juice from the fridge. Meanwhile, I will just take a look at your handiwork-""No!" Jackson and Kelsey yelled at the same time, each holding a hand up."Why not?" I asked."Everyone knows you are good at this thing, Liv." I still had to get used to him casually calling him Liv again. I wanted to tell him that we had not reached that stage yet but since I had agreed to give
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."You still do this?" Jackson laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist from the back, making me jump.I still was not comfortable with this but Jackson seemed oblivious to the tension as he fell right back into his old ways. The man's love language was physical touch and words of affirmation.In the last three days, I had caught him almost blurt out 'I love you' several times.Did he love me?Like he said he did when he first showed up.I sighed.I still doubted him, and I felt like all of this affection was a ticking time bomb that was going to go off at any point and ruin everything for everybody."I like traditions," I murmured, focusing on washing the grapes. "And the Spanish one. Not the TikTok one which is all about finding your partner. I don't think my four-year-old is ready for that yet."Jackson chuckled, his breath warm on my neck. "So what are you wishing for this year? Twelve wishes right? For twelve months?"I shrugged, t
________________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."A baby brother!" Kelsey exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "I want a baby brother."Jackson and I looked at each other, the laughter dying on our lips."What?" I was horrified but I tried my best for it to not show on my face.Jackson, bless his soul, played it cool. "Well, that's quite a big wish for one little girl."I nodded, trying to swallow the panic that was rising in my throat. "It is indeed."Jackson cleared his throat. "But monkey, why do you want a baby brother?""Because my friend's Mommy said family is complete when there is Daddy, Mommy, sister and brother." Kelsey looked at us with her wide innocent eyes.Who was this friend's mother who was giving my daughter ideas?Jackson nudged me. I looked over at him. "Fix your face." He chuckled. Nostalgia struck me like a freight train. He used to say that all the time. It was crazy how easily he had fit into his role again when he was the one who uprooted the very foundation of
____________ ...~ ~ ~ J A C K S O N ~ ~ ~."What?" Olivia looked ready to beat her own father up. "I don't want to. Why would you even suggest that?""Well, since you have decided to give Jackson another chance, despite our disagreement, I don't see any reason for you to still stay seven hours away from the headquarters," Daniel replied through the video call.I rolled my eyes.I had to agree about one thing - Daniel Smith had a competition going on with my biological father as to who the shittier one was.They had been on call for the past twenty minutes and not once he asked how Olivia was doing, how Kelsey was doing or what she really wanted.He didn't even say he missed them and wanted them back because of that.He was only worried about the profits that Olivia could make at the headquarters."But Kelsey is happy here," Olivia argued, pacing the room with the phone aimed at her face. "And she has made friends.""Friends can be made anywhere, Olivia." Daniel's voice was firm.
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.Everything was happening so fast.Jackson was being such an understanding, loving husband. He was like his old self.And that was exactly what was scaring me.After all, the man had pretended to be the best guy for me for seven whole months before trampling all over my heart.What if he did it again?All the doubts that guarded me when he first came back returned with a vengeance. And I was starting to realize how much of a dumbass I was to give him such easy access to me and Kelsey.But the sweet way he looked at her, the gentle way he talked to her, the love in his eyes... It all made me want to believe him.I sighed and took my phone out.When in doubt, call your lawyer best friend.That was what I did.The phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up. "Hello?""Hey, it's me," I said, pacing the room."Well duh." Came Sarah's voice. "I have your number saved for the past... well, whenever I had gotten my first phone. Yours were t
_______...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.I stepped out of my room in a white and green floral dress with a denim jacket thrown over it. I had my white sneakers on. "Daddy, it's coming apart!" I walked to the living room to find Jackson working on Kelsey's pigtails. "Do you plan to stay up all night, Monkey? Why are you dressing up?" I asked. Both of them looked over at me. Kelsey grinned at me while Jackson had that look of awe that used to make me melt on the spot. Used to. Not anymore. Because I knew it was a farce. "Mommy, you look so pretty!" Kelsey clapped her hands and turned to Jackson. "Right, Daddy? Mommy looks like a Barbie doll, right?" I rolled my eyes as he nodded in agreement before looking back at me. "Even better." "Alright, let's go, shall we?" I asked, holding my hand out for my daughter to take. She held my hand and then turned around to hold her father's hand as well. "Let's go! I miss Pickles!" "Don't tell Grandma that you are going there to meet Pickles.
_______...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . I could feel him stewing all day long.Jackson did not like the counsellor. That was for sure. Which was fine. Because what he wanted did not matter anymore. He was going to get played so hard that he would not know what had hit him. I would make sure of that. I was going to play his own game against him. The game of manipulation. And this time, I was fully prepared. I had my claws sharpened and ready. "Mommy, is Daddy okay?" Kelsey climbed onto my lap in the living room couch and looked over at her father, who was staring out at the night with a glass of whiskey in his hand. My eyes subconsciously moved to the huge bar that he had built into the apartment after I had moved out. So far it was the only change I could note in the place. "There's just a lot going through his mind right now, Monkey." I told her, ruffling her hair. Okay, call me a bad mother. Or call me an overthinker. I didn't care which but the fact was that I did not fee
_______...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . "Why aren't we going to the counsellor we planned on seeing in the first place?" Jackson asked as he pulled up to the counsellor's office building."They don't have any open dates for the next three months and it's not like we can wait that long." I said as I stepped out, taking up the cozy minimalistic design. It looked more like a cozy cabin than a counsellor's office. There was a transparent name plate with the name 'Dr. Oliver Warren'. "Olivia. Oliver. Sounds nice, right?" I asked as Jackson walked over to my side. "Does it matter?" He asked. "It's not like we are going to have any personal relationship with him." I nodded, suppressing the twitching of my lips. "Let's go in." I murmured and stepped forward, opening the door and walking into the reception with him on tow. The nice lady behind the desk immediately ushered us into the counsellor's room. The place was empty. "Please take a seat." She said, pointing at the couch opposit
_______...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . "He got you back in that apartment and you let him?" Sarah screeched at the top of her voice. I flinched away from the phone and looked around as if someone would be eavesdropping on me in my own office. "Yeah, but-" "I literally left you after giving a talk on how not to let him manipulate you and you went and got yourself manipulated?" She continued to screech. I knew that she had her own office, but at the decibel level of her screaming, I was pretty sure that a person in the other building would also be able to hear her. "Listen to me, woman!" I raised my voice. "Listen? Woman, I want to kick you at this point! Why the hell would you move there? You could have come to my apartment. You could have gone to a hotel. Why go there? Why let him take you there?" I closed my eyes and listened to her yell some more. She did not seem like she planned to stop any time soon. But I could not interrupt her because that would aggravate her some mo
_______...~ ~ ~ J A C K S O N ~ ~ ~ . The evening traffic was a bitch and we were crawling like slugs in the highway."You need to get Mommy more presents, Daddy." Kelsey giggled in the back seat. "I am going to get her the best present in the world." I replied, with a crooked smile on my face as I watched my baby play in the booster seat. "What's that?" "Well," I bit my lips to control my smile but I couldn't. "Your Mommy has given me every happiness in the world. So it's time I gave it back to her." William had informed me that Sarah had called to discuss the divorce proceedings. No, not to discuss. She was leaving the entire procedure in his care, thereby eliminating any trouble for us to cover up this mess in front of them. So now, we could just pretend to get divorced. And then every single lie except the one about the will will be over. And then when she signs over the company back to me then, phew, I will have everything I could ever have. "Will she be happy, Daddy?
_______...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ . I choked on the awful smell of awful cooking as soon as I opened the front door. "What is going on?" I coughed as I fanned my face as I walked over to the kitchen, which looked like it had been hit by a hurricane. I watched the scene unfold as Jackson picked up a smoking pan to the sink and turned on the sink. "It's nothing. We were just-" The smoke set off the fire alarm system and the water sprayed all over us. Kelsey's eyes were as big as saucers as she started jumping up and down with her arms in the air."It's raining inside!" She squealed with pure blissful joy. I watched my little one dance around, the smoke subsiding on the pan in the fridge and the man who was looking around like he had fucked it all up. "Where is the control valve?" I asked him with as much calm as I could muster. "I don't know." He slumped. "Does it turn off on its own? Is it automatic?" I asked. "I don't know." He looked... defeated. "What's wrong?" I ask
_________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."I gotta say, that is a thoughtful gift." Sarah nodded as she stared at the picture of the bouquet. "To think that he still remembers your Goodreads username." "It means he has a sharp memory. Not that he cares about me." I grunted. "Besides, he always played the gentleman when he wanted to. You do remember that he almost convinced you that all men were not the same five years ago, don't you?" Sarah groaned. "You got your Mom flowers?" She asked. I nodded, taking a sip of my coffee. "Where are my flowers?" She asked. I looked up at her and raised a brow, "You are allergic to pollen." She rolled her eyes. "Then you could have gotten me those fake ones." "Faux." "Yeah yeah, whatever they are called. You could have gotten me some of those!" She waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, I will have them delivered." I took another sip. "Hey!" She snapped her fingers in my face. "That's not the attitude I am looking for!" I gave her a look. "W
_________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ .The dude did not even let me see what he got for Kelsey.He went straight to the parking without any shopping bags. I wonder if he got her some jewelry that fit in his pocket or something. That would be stupid. She was four. She was not interested in jewelry. But he was stupid, wasn't he? And it was not like he was going to put in any real effort because... why would he? He wanted to pretend to be the good father so he was going to get something to make her happy, without putting any thought into whether she liked it or not. I rolled my eyes as I put the bouquet and the shopping bags in the backseat of my car after making sure that the idiot was nowhere in sight. I sighed. Should I get her something else? I knew she would love the toys. And she had been asking for more toys for Pickles. But still... What if she felt disappointed by what her Daddy got her? I slumped my head against the roof of my car. Well, I guess she would just
_________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ ."Jackson left Monkey with you?" I asked as I stepped out of the elevator and walked to the exit of the company. "Yeah. He said he had some work to finish and that Kelse was missing Pickles." I sighed. I was missing Pickles too. "Maybe I will also come over, spend some time with Pickles." "What's left of the renovation anyway?" My Mom asked. "I thought most of it was already done before you three moved in." "We are pet-proofing the place and getting in a high fence. I don't want Pickles or Monkey to wander into the water unsupervised." I explained to her. "Well, you should have thought it all through before getting a beach house for your permanent residence!" She exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. "I remember you telling Jackson what a wonderful idea it was." "I wasn't thinking about the practical implications then. What do I know? I am a airhead socialite. How can you expect me to figure out what you corporate moguls haven't figured out?"