chapter one hundred and sixty.

Tyler Mitchell's POV

I entered the house furious.

Olivia is crossing the line; she can't just go to Angel's house and say whatever she pleases to a woman who's not at fault for anything. Angel didn't steal Clarke's place; no one can do that. She'll never leave my life. My heart.

Emily built me; she made me who I am today. Unfortunately, I couldn't raise our daughter as I should have.

Olivia has no control.

I climb the stairs, rehearsing the speech, a sermon. Trying not to leave any loopholes so she won't twist things and end up walking all over me, as always.

I knock on the door, but she doesn't answer.

"Olivia!"

Still no response.

I hate having to do this, but I open the door myself without waiting any longer.

She was sitting, staring at her own reflection in the mirror with headphones on. She sees me through the mirror but ignores me. I approach and take her headphones off. That wasn't enough to make her look at me; she just sighed, grabbed her phone, and turned the music up louder.