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*Olivia’s POV* I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I fell asleep in Gabe’s arms. It might’ve been exactly five minutes after he hugged me. In that moment, I was certain of one thing: I loved him with all my heart. Especially because we slept with our bodies so close, as if they were one, and even though I was wrapped in a towel, he didn’t try to have sex. I wasn’t sure if my husband resisting me practically naked was a good or bad thing. Was Gabe losing interest in my body? What made a man sleep next to a woman and not want to fuck her, content just to hold her? What was I doing wrong? I didn’t dare breathe as I hugged him, feeling his arm around me, holding me like I was the most important thing in his life, even in his dreams. How I wanted to stay there forever, living that dream, that “accident” of waking up as true husband and wife, like a couple in love. I felt Gabe’s breathing quicken and his hard cock against my stomach. Was it normal for that to happen while a man s

*Gabe’s POV* I heard the reporters’ applause, their smiles fixed on me, stunned. They had no idea I was just as shocked by the news. Some even stood up, so impressed by my supposed gesture—one that had nothing to do with me. Since when would I donate to anyone? A year of free treatment? Even if they sued, they wouldn’t get that willingly! Olivia screwed me… completely! In every sense. But for some reason I couldn’t quite grasp, I caught myself giving a half-smile, unsure if I even knew how to smile like everyone else, since it’d been ages since I’d made that gesture usually tied to joy. In all my years leading Clifford Industries, I’d never been applauded like that. And I knew it was just the beginning. Soon, the news would spread to every corner of the world, and it might bring me some benefit, even if just more visibility beyond what I already had. “And…” Olivia drew everyone’s attention back to her. What? It wasn’t over? What was she going to do now? Announce that the compan

*Olivia’s POV* Why did I wait until dawn to come to Gabe? I looked at the empty whiskey bottle on the floor, then at his distant eyes. “Did you sleep with her?” I asked. Gabe blinked repeatedly, as if he couldn’t muster a single word, no matter how hard he tried. “Did you sleep with her, damn it?” I shouted, snapping him awake. Gabe stood, disoriented, scrambling to find his clothes among Ingrid’s, who remained naked on the couch, feigning embarrassment while covering her private parts. I marched up to Gabe, grabbed his shoulders, and stared into his eyes. “Tell me if you slept with her, Gabe!” I pleaded. “Be honest… that’s all.” “I… I… I don’t remember anything!” That was enough. I’d seen my husband’s reaction to drinking an entire bottle of whiskey before. I knew he remembered everything after being drunk. I never trusted Ingrid, and my sixth sense always whispered that she was in love with my husband. I gathered her clothes one by one, ending with her damn thong. I picked

*Olivia’s POV* On my first day at work, luckily, no kids got hurt. So I stayed in my office, not having to deal with blood or anything like that. The first chance I got, I went out and looked for Rarith, finding her in the same playground as the day before. I watched her from a distance, choosing not to approach. But soon, the little girl spotted me and ran toward me, recognizing me. Her hug was tight, though it landed on my thighs since she was so small. I crouched down, looked into her eyes, and smiled at the joy on her face. “What a coincidence… seeing you here!” I pretended it was a chance encounter. “I study here!” She giggled, as if it were obvious. “No way! And I… I’m working here!” I laughed. “Where?” “In the infirmary!” “Are you a nurse?” “Well, I’m really good at Legos, but they thought I’d be better at bandages and checking temperatures.” “If I come to the infirmary, can you build Legos with me?” “Sadly, there are no Legos there.” “Rarith, come play with your fr

*Olivia’s POV* As soon as my shift ended in the late afternoon, I waited for the school director to have the so-called coffee, driven more by curiosity about what he wanted to discuss than anything else. Jai waited until everyone left the school before approaching me as I stood on the sidewalk. I expected him to get his car, but to my surprise, he started walking, and I followed. “There’s a café on the next block,” he explained. “It’s a calm, pleasant place.” “I don’t live around here, so I don’t know anything nearby,” I said, still wary. “Do you… have a girlfriend or are you married?” I asked. “No. And you?” “I want to make it clear I’m not interested… or rather, I don’t want to get into trouble, Director.” “You can call me Jai.” “That’d be… weird!” “At school, I’m Mr. Litrow, but out here, I’m Jai.” He smiled, glancing at me sideways while walking with his hands in his pockets, relaxed. “Technically, I’m still married. I’m trying to file for divorce. And… being seen with