Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“Fruit? The melon’s sweet.” He held a fork toward my mouth like I was incapable of feeding myself. I turned away.
“No.”
“You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.”
“I said I’m fine,” I whispered, voice firm but low. Gai and
Alexander were in the seats across from us. I didn’t want a scene.
Ethan leaned closer, smiling like a saint. “Come on, Liv. Just a little. You’ll get sick if you starve.”
His persistence wore me down. I took the fruit from his hand just to shut him up. My jaw was clenched tight with every bite I chewed.
From the corner of my eye, I caught Alexander watching.
He wasn’t even pretending to be subtle about it. His brows were slightly furrowed, arms crossed, and phone idle on his lap. But when he noticed I had caught him, he quickly looked away, flicking at the blank phone screen like it had just buzzed. I wasn’t sure what it meant. Disapproval? Confusion?
The rest of the flight was a blur. My body was still sore from the injury, and my mind was more exhausted than my muscles.
When we landed, the evening sky had already turned dark.
At the airport, I turned to Alexander and said lightly, “Alpha, you can go ahead. I’ll be fine. My friend, Ava said she’d pick me up. You must be tired too.”
His expression didn’t change, but something behind his eyes flickered. He gave a short nod and walked toward the exit. No goodbye. No comment. Just silence.
Ethan wheeled me out of the terminal like he was the doting husband of the year. “Careful, bump ahead,” he said like he hadn’t said worse bumps to me in our entire marriage.
And that’s when I saw her.
Chole.
Standing just outside the exit. Pale. Thin. Hair messy. Bandage wrapped around her wrist like a pity ticket. She looked more like a ghost than a person.
“Ethan,” she gasped and took a hesitant step forward. “Please don’t walk away. I just want to talk.”
Ethan’s voice dropped several octaves. “Get out of here, Chole.
Don’t embarrass yourself!”
“I don’t want to break up your marriage,” she said through trembling lips. “I just want us to stay friends. You mean something to me.”
My jaw twitched.
“Friends?” I asked with a bitter smile.
Chole turned to me and then did something absurd-she dropped to her knees.
In front of the entire airport crowd.
“Olivia,” she said tearfully, “I never meant to hurt you. Please don’t leave him because of me. Blame me, not Ethan. It was all my fault. He didn’t mean it. Please… don’t divorce him.”
People had started to slow down around us, their phones
We NE conveniently pulled out, pretending to scroll while really recording.
“Get up.” I said coldly.
“I won’t until you forgive him,” she cried, shaking like a leaf. “Slap me. Hit me. I deserve it.”
I looked at Ethan, who for once seemed truly ashamed.
So I said, “Fine. Slap yourself. A hundred times.”
“What?” she whispered.
“You heard me. You want forgiveness? Earn it.”
The first slap was weak. The second even more pathetic.
“Harder,” I snapped.
She winced and slapped again, but it was more for show than punishment. I’d had enough.
I stood up-despite the soreness shooting up my leg-and grabbed her by the collar. “You think this is enough to make up for what you did?”
Her eyes widened in fear. “Olivia, I’m sorry-“
I slapped her. Once. Twice. A third time. Sharp, precise, and real.
Ethan stepped in, grabbing my wrist. “Olivia, stop! What the hell are you doing?!”
I yanked my arm back. “This is for lying. For sneaking around.
For throwing yourself into a marriage that was never yours to begin with.”
“She’s already on bail!” Ethan snapped. “What more do you want?”
“To be treated like I’m not disposable!” I yelled. “You think I’ll just sit and watch you two play victim while I take the fall for your damn choices?!”
“She’s not well,” he muttered.
And like right on cue, Chole slumped to the side, unconscious from the stress and the slap. Ethan caught her, arms trembling with rage.
“Yes. Be her savior. Maybe I should faint next so you’ll remember I’m your wife.”
He looked at me like I was the monster now.
He didn’t say a word. Just picked her up and stormed off toward the crowd of people already parting like waves for his drama.
I stood there in the wheelchair, surrounded by strangers, everyone whispering and staring.
Alexander’s POV
From the backseat of the car, I watched the chaos unfold at the airport entrance.
Olivia stood alone in her wheelchair, surrounded by whispers, clicks of phone cameras, and that insufferable tension that only public drama could stir. Ethan had already disappeared into the crowd with Chole in his arms like some tragic hero in a bad stage play.
I expected Olivia to look shaken, maybe even humiliated after causing such a scene.
But she didn’t.
She brushed her hair off her face, adjusted her posture in the wheelchair, and glanced around like a queen surveying her kingdom. Her chin was slightly lifted. Her eyes calm. Composed.
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