LOGINThe words caught her off guard. She managed a faint smile and shrugged. “There are things we have to let go, Sir. Mine just happened to be my marriage.” She paused, sadness flickering briefly across her eyes before she forced a small smile. “Perhaps it's for the better.” “Perhaps it is.” The Direc
Dr. Wilson adjusted his glasses, but instead of opening the file, he studied her for a moment longer than usual. “Tell me, Dr. Hilton, is it just me, or do you look different?” he asked. “Prettier, somehow, though I can't quite put my finger on why. Is it your hair? The curls suit you better. You l
“I forgot to tell you that Clayton called each of us, asking where you are. But we know nothing. We don’t know where you are.” Olivia knew she could rely on her friends. “Thank you,” she mouthed, a small smile touching her lips. “No worries. Just rest. We will talk tomorrow.” The door clicked s
Olivia groaned and buried her face in a pillow. The movie had ended barely a minute ago, and her friends were already bickering. Some things, unfortunately, never changed. She lifted her head with a sigh, but before she could say a word, Sloane stepped in before the two could turn their squabble in
Olivia felt tempted to keep at least one memento of her marriage, but she squashed the thought as quickly as it arrived. What for? To hold it at night and weep her heart out? To torture herself every time her eyes bore on it? No. What it would take was a single glance at a forgotten photograph, a
Clayton stared at her in silence, the corners of his eyes reddening as he inhaled sharply through his nose. Desperation shot fiercely through his mouth. “No, Olivia. We are not getting a divorce. I'd rather die than sign these goddamn papers.” Her gaze drifted to the wedding band on her finger, th
The words were delivered with an exaggerated sweetness that was truly venomous, but Olivia didn't even flinch. The words were nothing compared to the verbal lashings Mrs. Hilton made her endure on a daily basis. “Come on, girls, she’s not even worth our time.” Marian finally found her voice. She tu
Olivia shook her head disapprovingly. “You can’t just go around punching people, even if they’re trying to escape." “He was lucky to get away with just a scratch,” Clayton replied, but his expression darkened. A protective glint flickered in his eyes, one that Olivia thought she might have imagined
The dinner went off without a hitch. After clearing the last course of the meal, the precious wine everyone had been waiting for was poured. Lianne gracefully rose from her seat, her glass raised to propose a toast. Everyone turned, and the chatter faded into a respectful silence. “Thank you all f
“She's an excellent painter, Auntie,” Clayton replied with a hint of pride in his tone. He placed an arm around Olivia's shoulder before adding, "You'll love her work.” Olivia’s cheeks burned at his praise. She dipped her chin, her gaze darting to the ground. “Let's go inside. Everyone's waiting,”







