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____________ ...~ ~ ~ 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 ~ ~ ~."Will Jasmine come to visit?" Kelsey asked, her eyes wide with hope.It had been three weeks since we moved back to our city.I didn't want to live in the apartment that Jackson and I once lived in anymore.So we were temporarily living in a two-story house.Jasmine and Kelsey had been friends since diaper days. I had met her lesbian mothers when we took them to baby swimming classes.And they had gone on so many playdates since then."We will visit her soon, my love." I looked up from my laptop.I was back at the headquarters and I was back to being a workaholic. Except, I did alternate afternoons from home.Mom took over the other afternoons.Jackson was eyeballs deep in work due to some merger mishap that occurred while he was away.He rarely came home before Kelsey's bedtime anymore. But he still managed to squeeze in as much love for her as he could in the fleeting morning breakfast time that the father and daughter spent together.It
_____________...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.After the moment in the kitchen, Jackson said he was going to change into something more comfortable while I finished making my sandwich.I sighed to myself, my whole body tingling all over from that chaste hug of his.I put the sandwich together and took a bite, trying to shake off the funny feeling in the pit of my stomach.I took a seat on the living room couch and put on a random sitcom.Jackson emerged from upstairs in sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking more relaxed than before.He sat down next to me on the couch, picking up the TV remote. "What are we watching?""Just some mindless sitcom." I took another bite of my sandwich, my eyes flicking towards him.Jackson leaned back and sighed, his hand finding mine on the couch. "Can I have a bite?" He asked, looking over at me.I handed him my sandwich without a second thought. He took a bite and gave me a small smile."Thanks," he mumbled before turning his attention back to the TV.He too
______________ . . .~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~ .I followed Jackson to the front door but stopped when I realized he was going to step out."It's freezing out there." I said."We are not going to spend too much time in the cold." He assured me and held his hand out.I stared at his hand for a moment, wondering if I really trusted him before I decided that I did not have to be hesitant for something so trivial and took it, his warmth seeping into my skin.Jackson led me outside and his car was outside in the cold, and not in the garage.I raised a questioning brow at him."I saw the reminder on the calendar." He confessed sheepishly. "I knew Casey was going to take monkey out and even I had a less hectic day at work so I thought I might as well steal you away."My mouth formed an O."Where are we going?" I asked, looking down at the cozy sweater and leggings, the cold started to bite into my legs."That's a surprise." He wrapped his arm around me and ushered me into the car, which wa
____________ ...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."Aren't you both already married?" Sarah was stuffing herself with a croissant while I sipped on my coffee. "It's more of a renewal of vows," I said. "Not really renewal, but the actual establishment of vows." She mumbled. I pursed my lips. "Look!" She held her hands up. "I know I seem blah but I am not any less excited than you, okay? It's just that-" I burst out laughing. "I know," I said. "What?" She looked away. "The idea of working with William Harvey for one wedding was bad enough, right?" I asked Sarah let out a heavy sigh and she slumped in her chair. "That man micromanages EVERYTHING." I let out a laugh. "Oh come on, darling. It's not like you are any better." She narrowed her eyes at me. "Are you taking his side?" "I am not," I replied, taking another sip of my delicious coffee. "I am just stating a fact." Sarah rolled her eyes at me. "Well, at least he's good at what he does. But yes, he's a bit much."I raised a brow
____________ ...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~.After coffee with Sarah, I drove to Jackson's office to pick him up for the marriage counseling session.I drove to the basement parking lot where he had his car parked because he needed to get something from his car."Hey!" He sounded like a zombie trying to be cheerful as he got into the car."Long day?" I asked, reaching over to give his shoulder a comforting squeeze.Jackson nodded, his eyes closing briefly as he leaned into the touch. "Long week.""Maybe we should schedule this session for some other day? You need to get some rest." I suggested, looking at the dark circles under his eyes.Jackson shook his head. "No, we need to do this." He leaned back in the seat and took a deep breath. "I need to do this."I sighed. "This is not some race, Jackson. We don't have a deadline. We can take our time. Now, we need to prioritize your health."He looked over at me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You sound just like Mom."That made m
____________ ...~ ~ ~ O L I V I A ~ ~ ~."Then why did you say in your sleep that you never cheated on me?"Jackson's eyes widened in surprise. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "I... I don't know what I said in my sleep, Liv.""Well, I assume it should be the truth because people do not get to lie in their sleep." I replied. I was not going to let this go. Not that easily.Jackson looked away from me. "I... I don't remember saying that."I tilted my head to the side. There was no way I heard wrong. I was not delusional."You are hiding something from me." I told him. "I just know it."Was he? Was he hiding something from me? Or was he pretending to not remember trying to manipulate? I did not trust him. But I also had no choice but to ask him itself for the truth."Jackson," I said, my voice firm. "Look at me."He slowly met my gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and apprehension."You need to tell me what's going on," I insisted. "If we're going to do
_______...~ ~ ~ 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?"