All Chapters of My Sweet Olivia: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dual POV:Olivia.Mr. Lewis had been trying to shower me with a number of unexpected—and very much unwanted—privileges.On Monday morning, I walked into my office to find a massive flower arrangement sitting in the middle of my desk. Not just a bouquet, either. The thing looked like someone had robbed a florist on the way to work. Roses, lilies, greenery, the whole damn production.A small white envelope was tucked between the flowers, and I didn't have to open it to know who it was from.His secretary had apparently picked out the arrangement for him, but the apology note tucked inside was signed in his name. Olivia, please accept my sincerest apologies.I stopped reading after that.The flowers stayed on the corner of my desk until one of the girls from accounting walked by and complimented them."Do you want them?"She stared at me. "Seriously?""Please."She happily carried them away less than five minutes later.Mr. Lewis came to see me almost immediately after arriving at the of

Ethan.Three hours.It had been three fucking hours since I'd gotten that horrifying call from Amelia, and I was sitting in that waiting room slowly losing my sanity.Three hours of not knowing.Three hours of watching doors open and close.Three hours of looking up every single time someone in scrubs walked into the waiting area.Three hours of imagining every possible scenario and trying desperately not to imagine the one that terrified me most.Olivia dying.I couldn't let my mind go there.I wouldn't.So I paced.I sat.I stood again.I checked my phone.I questioned the deputies.I called Bryan.I stared at the clock.Then I repeated the whole fucking cycle until I thought I was going to lose my mind. But the moment the doctor finally walked through those doors, I went from trembling to fucking neurotic.Everyone stood at once.My eyes immediately dropped to the disposable covers still wrapped around his shoes.He'd just come from a procedure area.My stomach twisted."How's my d

Olivia.My twenty-fifth birthday had indeed been my best birthday ever.Apparently, I'd gotten the best present of all.A baby.According to my calculations, I got knocked up during our trip to Las Vegas—which put me right around eight weeks.Eight weeks.I'd gone to Vegas with a boyfriend and apparently returned with a fiancé and a microscopic stowaway I wouldn't discover until someone shot me.Life had one fucked-up sense of humor.I trusted my birth control pills. I'd taken them throughout the four years I'd been with Noah, and they'd never failed me.Then Ethan LouBennett came along.Apparently, birth control had met its match.I'd said before that the man possessed an enormous fertility rod.Clearly, I hadn't been exaggerating.Because the pill failed.Spectacularly.And now that I knew I was pregnant, my brain had decided to play tricks on me.Was I more nauseous today?Were my breasts sore?Was that why I'd been so tired lately?Had my body been trying to tell me something for

Ethan.The first thing I did was walk out of the bedroom and head straight for the kitchen.I couldn't fucking breathe.There was an indescribable pressure crushing my chest, like something had wrapped itself around my lungs and was slowly tightening.I needed water.Air.Something.Anything that would make the room stop spinning.My legs trembled beneath me as I grabbed a glass from the cabinet. I turned on the faucet, but my hand was shaking so badly that water splashed over the counter.My mother's cabin.Monica had been hiding in my mother's fucking cabin."Ethan?"I closed my eyes."Babe, are you okay? What happened?" Olivia's voice came from behind me.I turned.She stood in the kitchen wrapped in a blue Egyptian-cotton sheet. Her hair was messy from bed, and the large bandage covering her shoulder was partially visible above the fabric.That fucking bandage.The sight of it made the pressure in my chest unbearable.Because suddenly I wasn't looking at my wife.I was seeing her

Dual POV:Ethan.Bryan and Amelia helped me pack our bags.I was planning on flying to New York the moment Detective Carter said Olivia was cleared to leave. They still needed to take her final statement and get one last report from the hospital—which killed two birds with one stone because I also needed to have all her medical records transferred to our private doctor in New York."She needs physical therapy three times a week for the next six weeks," Dr. Mitchell explained."Yes. Our doctor already has everything set up for her," I assured him."Good." He carefully inspected Olivia's shoulder one last time. "This is healing nicely. Keep changing the bandages and follow the instructions in this document. If you do that, the scar should eventually be barely noticeable.""We'll make sure everything gets done."Olivia was sitting on the treatment table, but she hadn't said much since we'd arrived. Her body was in the room with me, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else entirely.Her g