Chapter 86
Ethan took a furtive glance around the apartment. It wasn’t big, but he could feel Olivia’s presence in every corner.
When he noticed the baby crib in her room, he remembered that it was the only thing she’d taken with her when she’d left him. As the realization washed over him, his heart turned into a jumbled mess.
After seeing her jump off the building that day, he’d come to realize one thing.
He’d followed after her without hesitation, which made him understand that he couldn’t stop loving her no matter how much he hated her.
His love and hate were intertwined. They fused into a prickly bramble full of thors, coiling tightly around the two of them. It was as though the more he pushed her off into the dark, the closer he got to the edge of a cliff himself.
Ethan picked up a soft toy on the bed. Olivia had always hugged it to make herself sleep for countless nights in the past two
years.
If only that incident hadn’t happened, he would have been a good husband to Olivia and a good father to their child. Every time her name left his l*ps, he could still feel the love he felt for her.
He simply couldn’t make himself leave her for good.
Meanwhile, Olivia finally felt better after some time. She slowly pushed herself off the ground and walked to the living room.
She’d half expected that Ethan would have left, given that he was someone who valued time. Yet when she raised her head to look around the house, she spotted him on the balcony.
Sparks from a cigarette flickered as he held it between two fingers. It seemed that his smoking addiction had worsened.
Olivia was astonished that he was still here. Was he waiting to pick up where they’d stopped earlier?
A shadow fell across her face at that thought, and she went to get herself a gla*s of water to clear her throat.
After that, she dragged her feet on the floor as she approached him. “Should we do it here or on the bed?” she asked in a cool and distant tone, as though they were talking about work
Ethan looked up from the cigarette to stare at her sickly face, then exhaled slowly, forming a white puff of smoke in the air. Do I seem like a pervert to you?”
“I’ll go to sleep if you’re not thinking of doing it,” Olivia told him blankly. She secretly thanked her lucky stars that she’d been able to escape it.
All she wanted was to have a good rest. She went into her room and closed the door behind her.
Ethan tapped at the cigarette lightly to make the ashes fall as he watched her disappear behind the door. This was exactly what
he’d wanted.
But why was he upset? Was it because there was no longer a shine in her eyes when she looked at him?
He opened the door to see her curled up in bed. Her bed was full of plushies, so she had to curl herself up to fit on the bed. That was the only way she felt safe.
Venturing into the dark bedroom, Ethan stood beside the bed, looking at Olivia. However, she was too tired to acknowledge him. Thanks to the alcohol, she managed to doze off easily.
The next day, she woke up to find Ethan sleeping on the bed in the master bedroom. Surprisingly, he went straight into the bathroom to shower without mocking or ridiculing her.
The doorbell rang, and she walked to open the door in her pajamas. Keith stood at the door with some bags of New Year’s goods in his hands.
“It’s New Year’s soon, so I brought something over for you.”
“There’s no need to-” Before Olivia could finish her sentence, the door to the bathroom opened.
It seems Ethan only ever married Olivia to take revenge for what happened to his little sister. While Olivia is plagued by her sickness, he holds her chin and says coldly, “This is what your family owes me.” Now, she has no family and no future.
Her father becomes comatose after a car accident, leaving her with nothing to live for. Thus, she hurls herself from a building. “The life my family owes will now be repaid.” At this, Ethan, who’s usually calm, panics while begging for Olivia to come back as if he’s in a state of frenzy …
