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“Defamation. I spent over a month gathering all the evidence with the client. It was exhausting, but worth it to win.”
Her face glowed with excitement as she showed him a photo on her phone. “Look, the client even gave me a banner to thank me!”
She looked like a child flaunting a gold star-pure, proud, eager for praise. I’d never seen this side of her during our relationship. Or perhaps I had, but never bothered to notice.
(Olivia’s POV)
“Our big lawyer Liv is incredible,” Connor said, his deep voice filled with indulgent affection.
I blinked playfully at him. “Just average, really.”
But his praise warmed me through. Connor had always supported my career, never once suggesting I should quit or that my work was less important than his.
I caught a glimpse of Ethan’s face from the corner of my eye. He looked stricken, almost ill. I remembered how he’d once laughed when I told him about winning a case, saying, “All that work for what I spend on a single dinner? Hardly seems worth it.”
At the time, I’d swallowed my hurt, telling myself he just didn’t understand. Now I realized he’d never tried to understand.
Connor’s hand found mine under the table again, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my palm. The simple gesture conveyed more support than Ethan had shown in our entire relationship.
(Jason’s POV)
As more dishes arrived at our table, I quietly began to eat. The food was excellent, but the atmosphere was suffocating.
Suddenly, Ethan’s chair scraped harshly against the floor. Without saying a word or looking back, he stormed out of the restaurant, his rigid back radiating fury and humiliation.
Heads turned to follow his dramatic exit. Ethan had lost this silent battle and fled in defeat.
I sighed deeply, picking up my chopsticks again. “Well, if he won’t eat, I will. Starving here…” I muttered to myself.
Across from me, Olivia and Connor continued their meal as if nothing had happened.
Their bubble of happiness remained intact, completely undisturbed by Ethan’s departure.
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. Not for Olivia specifically, but for what they had together – that easy, natural connection that seemed to exclude the rest of the world.
(Ethan’s POV)
I returned to my car, hands shaking as I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as city lights flickered outside the windshield, but I barely noticed.
My mind was trapped in a cruel loop, replaying images from moments before. Olivia and Connor sitting close on the same side of the table, their bodies slightly crowded yet she willingly leaned into him.
Worse, I had noticed her slender leg resting intimately on Connor’s thigh beneath the table a gesture of trust and ease she had never shown me, not once in our three
– years together.
The cigarette burned down, scorching my fingers. The sudden pain snapped me back to reality, and I cursed, flicking the butt out the window.
For three years, I’d had her. And I’d never truly seen her.
Now, watching her with Connor Rivers, I finally understood what I’d lost. She glowed in his presence, comfortable and confident in a way she’d never been with me.
I tormented myself by reliving these scenes over and over. The way she smiled at him. The way she leaned into his touch. The easy intimacy they shared that made my three years with her seem hollow and false.
Taking out my phone, my face twisted with bitterness and surrender, I finally typed out a message to Natalie Hughes: “I agree to cooperate with you.”
(Ethan’s POV)
I finished my third cigarette, yet the agitation in my chest refused to subside. The image of Olivia leaning into Connor, her leg casually resting against his thigh, was burned into my mind like a brand.
With a frustrated growl, I started the car and headed back to my hotel. The city lights blurred past as I drove too fast, my knuckles white on the steering wheel.
When I finally reached my room, I roughly tugged off my tie and hung up my jacket. The silence of the empty suite pressed in on me, until suddenly-it wasn’t empty at all.
I froze in shock. There, in the center of my king-sized bed, lay Cassandra Evans. She was draped in a seductive black lace slip dress, her body curvaceous and alluring in the dim light.
“Ethan, you’re back,” she whispered, her gaze misty and sultry.
The sight ignited something primal in me. My blood surged uncontrollably, my mind exploding into chaos. Though desire was already rising within me, I forced myself to scowl.
“What are you doing here?”
Cassandra’s eyes shimmered provocatively as she shifted on the bed. “Waiting for you.”
“Get out!” My brows knit tightly, voice laced with cold impatience.
“No.” Her voice deepened with temptation as she stepped off the bed, her every movement calculated to seduce.
She grabbed hold of my tie, smiling with intoxicating charm, and leaned in close. Her breath was warm against my ear. “Tonight, let me stay with you.”
I pushed her away, but it was half-hearted at best. Cassandra seized the moment, tiptoed up and pressed her lips against mine in a passionate kiss.
A muffled groan escaped my throat as my resistance collapsed. Instead of pushing her away again, I gave in completely.
The air heated rapidly around us. With sudden hunger, I scooped her up roughly and threw her onto the bed, taking over with feral urgency.
We tumbled into a reckless night of indulgence, lost in lust and tangled sheets. In the darkness behind my closed eyes, I saw amber eyes instead of green, honey-brown hair instead of Cassandra’s darker locks.
Morning light filtered through the curtains as I woke naturally. My head throbbed slightly from last night’s excesses, and as I turned, I found Cassandra’s face inches from mine.
Shock instantly sobered me. I bolted upright, voice sharp and angry. “What are you doing here?”
Cassandra’s cheeks flushed with shyness, yet her tone was coy and victorious.
“Ethan, we were wild all night. You wanted me again and again-don’t you remember?”
I was stunned into momentary silence. My gaze dropped to the scattered remnants of our night-torn black stockings, a messy pile of clothes on the floor-and fragments of last night’s feverish scenes slammed into my mind.
Disgust and remorse twisted inside me. I cursed under my breath, yanked clean clothes from the closet, and started dressing.
“Where are you going?” Cassandra hurriedly tried to hold onto my arm.
“Let go of me!” I violently flung her hand away. My tone was harsh, laced with self-loathing. “Warning you: Don’t seduce me again. Now my heart belongs only to
Olivia!”
Cassandra sneered, her pride wounded but her sarcasm sharp. “Only Olivia? But last night, you obviously enjoyed me so much. Why deny your feelings? You still like me, don’t you?”
My lips curled with bitter contempt. “Don’t you know? Men can separate s*x and love. Besides, when I was with you, the only person I pictured was Olivia. Otherwise, why do you think I took you so many times?”
Cassandra’s face drained of color, her voice trembling with rage. “Ethan Grey, you bastard!”
I buttoned my shirt with a cold, mocking smile tinged with helpless sorrow. “Didn’t you always know I was a bastard? If I wasn’t, would I have cheated on Olivia before we even broke up? Would I have lost her in the first place?”
Hearing this self-recrimination, Cassandra actually laughed, her eyes flashing a taunting light. “So, you’re perfectly aware of what a scumbag you are. Truly, your shamelessness knows no bounds.”
(Connor’s POV)
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