CHAPTER 2

OLIVIA'S POV

Lucas didn’t even flinch as I stood there, my chest heaving with the force of emotions I could barely contain. He got up from the bed leisurely, like nothing was wrong. He straightened his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, while the blonde on the bed simply smirked at me, unbothered.

I waited for him to say something, anything, but he merely stared at me, his expression devoid of guilt or remorse.

“Lucas,” I muttered, my voice cracking slightly, “What is this? What are you doing?”

He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as though my question was absurd.

 “What does it look like?”

His calmness was infuriating.

 “You’re cheating on me!” I yelled, the words echoing through the room. “In our home, in our bed! And you don’t even have the decency to explain yourself?”

His lip curled, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Explain myself?” he asked, his tone icy. “And how dare you speak to me about decency.”

I froze at his tone. I was struggling to keep up. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Olivia,” he snapped, his voice suddenly sharp. He took a step closer, his eyes boring into mine. “You think I haven’t noticed? The sneaking around, the lies? You’re a liar and a cheat.”

His accusation hit me like a blow and I felt the air leaving my lungs

“Are you seriously accusing me of cheating?” I cried. “You’re the one who’s been unfaithful, Lucas. I walked in on you with her!”

He shrugged, and I barely resisted the urge to punch his perfect face.

 “It doesn’t matter what you saw. I know the truth. And the truth is, you’re nothing but a liar.”

My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “You’re unbelievable,” I said through gritted teeth. “I’ve given you everything, supported you when no one else would, and this is how you repay me? By accusing me of the very thing you’re guilty of?”

Lucas let out a humorless laugh. “Don’t act like you’re innocent, Olivia. Without me, you wouldn’t have anything. I built you. I gave you a life.”

The audacity of his words left me speechless for a moment. I had fought tooth and nail alongside him, helped him build his business when it was nothing more than a dream. And now, he stood there, erasing my contributions as if I’d been nothing but an onlooker in his success story.

“You didn’t build me,” I finally managed, my voice trembling with rage.”

“You know what?” Lucas sighed. “It doesn’t matter anymore. You’ve lost my trust, Olivia.”

Before I could respond, the door to the bedroom burst open, and Victoria, Lucas’s mother, stormed in.

“What is going on here?” she demanded, her sharp eyes darting between Lucas, me, and the blonde still lounging on the bed.

Her gaze settled on me, and her face twisted with disdain.

“I knew it,” she spat, stepping toward me.

“I told Lucas you were trouble. But he wouldn’t listen. You’re just like all the others—manipulative, deceitful, a gold-digger through and through.”

“It’s your son – ” I began, trying to keep my voice steady, but she cut me off with a slap that left my cheek burning.

“You don’t get to speak,” she hissed. “You’ve already done enough damage.”

I touched my cheek, stunned by the force of her slap, but before I could gather my thoughts, Lucas stepped forward, holding out a stack of papers.

“It’s over,” he said, his tone flat.

I stared at the papers in his hand, my heart sinking as I realized what they were. Divorce papers.

“You’re ending this?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t answer, just held the papers out to me, his expression unreadable. My hands trembled as I took them. The realization of what was happening unsettled me.

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn’t give him or his mother the satisfaction of seeing me break.

Pulling out my phone, I dialed my personal guard, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “It’s me, Olivia” I said when the call connected. “I need you to come get me. Bring the car. And pack up my things.”

Lucas’s expression shifted from anger to surprise for the first time, but he quickly masked it, stepping closer to me.

“You think you can just walk away?” he said, his voice low. “You’re nothing without me, Olivia. And no one will take care of you the way I have.”

I turned to him, my chin held high.

“You don’t get to decide what happens to me anymore,” I said.

He pulled out his chequebook, scribbling quickly before tearing off a slip and holding it out to me.

“Here,” he said. “A hundred thousand dollars. Take it. You’ll need it when the man you’re cheating with gets tired of you.”

I stared at the cheque for a long moment before taking it. Slowly, deliberately, I tore it in half, the pieces fluttering to the floor between us.

“I don’t need your money,” I hissed. “I never did”

Suddenly, a loud horn blared outside, breaking the tense silence. Lucas frowned, moving to the window to see who was there. I turned and saw the convoy of sleek black SUVs pulling into the driveway.

The doors opened, and five tall, imposing men in black suits stepped out. They moved with precision, heading straight for the house.

“What the hell is this?” Lucas muttered, confused.

The bodyguards entered without hesitation, heading upstairs to gather my things. Within moments, they were back, carrying suitcases and boxes with ease.

Lucas turned to me, his face a mix of confusion and anger. “What is going on, Olivia? Who are these people?”

I smiled, a small, triumphant smile. “Goodbye, ex husband,” I said, walking past him and out the door.

As the convoy drove away, I didn’t look back. For the first time in years, I felt free.