Where were you standing before?

With her face pressed against the cool glass of the window, Olivia's gaze was fixed on the vast expanse of space outside. A wave of overwhelming emotion washed over her, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. Clutching a fragile glass of water in her trembling hand, she could feel her veins pulsing with frustration and anger. In a sudden burst of rage, she hurled the glass at the floor, watching as it shattered into countless jagged pieces. With a shaky hand, she brushed back her tousled hair, trying to regain control of her emotions.

“Make sure you clean that up." Xavier strode into the room with a cold, calculated confidence. His voice, though calm, held a hint of frost as he made his way to the walk-in closet. Behind him, Olivia's footsteps echoed with determination and anger. She followed him inside and stood just inches away from his imposing figure. Xavier could feel her piercing gaze on him and knew that she wanted to discuss the fact that he was married. With a s