Chapter 131
Chapter 131
OLIVIA’S POV
“You know what? You’re right,” I said as I stood up, brushing invisible dust off my dress as if that would shake away the emotions swirling inside me. My voice was calm, but my insides churned like a raging storm.
He said he could see the truth in me–that I was hurt–and he wasn’t wrong. But I was tired. Tired of pretending, tired of swallowing the pain, and tired of acting like I was unaffected. I couldn’t keep saying one thing and then secretly hoping for something entirely different. That kind of emotional double life had exhausted me.
So now, I was choosing clarity. I was choosing truth.
“I’m done lying to myself,” I added quietly. “If I want to move on, then I need to cut off everything that ties me to you, Adrian. I need to stay away from anything that even remotely reminds me of us.” (
With that, I turned and walked toward the wardrobe. My hands trembled slightly as I began digging through the back of the closet, searching for the small box I had packed some of my essentials in–the same one I told myself I wouldn’t need. Turns out, I should have kept it closer all along.
“Yes, I know I slept with her,” Adrian finally said, his voice heavy with guilt. “But I never expected this to happen.”
I froze for a second, letting the weight of his words settle on me like a fresh wound. Slowly, I turned around and looked him in the eye.
“Well, now that you’ve heard the news,” I asked, forcing my voice to stay even, “what are you going to do about it?”
“What’s there to do?” he replied. “I’ll take responsibility. That’s the only right thing.”
Of course, it was. But that didn’t make it easier to hear. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my clothes, stuffing more items into the box. Even if taking responsibility was noble, I hated that he was so ready to do it for Isadora.
“What, do you think I should just send her away when she’s carrying my child?” he asked, almost like he expected a rational answer.
“I don’t expect anything from you, Adrian,” I replied flatly, not bothering to look up. “We’re not a couple. We’re two adults. We can do whatever we want.”
That was the truth. Brutal and bitter.
“You’re not even trying to listen,” he muttered, frustration creeping into his tone.
But I ignored him. My silence was louder than anything I could have said at that moment. I continued folding and packing, making sure not to let a single tear fall. Then I heard him speak again, more confused now.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like?” shot back. “I’m packing.”
“Why are you doing that? You’re not allowed to go on trips–I made that clear.”
I zipped the box and dragged it out from the wardrobe, standing tall as I finally faced him again.
“I’m not going on a trip, Adrian,” I said, voice steely. “I’m leaving this house. For good.”
His face fell. “What are you saying? I never told you to leave.”
“That’s because I don’t need your permission anymore. I’ve outgrown that version of me,” I said, brushing past him toward the door.
He followed, desperate, “Are you forgetting what I’ll do if you break our agreement?”
I stopped, turning to face him once more. “Release the video of me killing someone?” I asked coolly. “Did you really think I’d still be cornered by that?
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11:08 Sat, 31 May Guu
Chapter 131
While you were busy playing house with her, I handled that mess. I’m not the helpless woman you once controlled.”
“If the news you heard downstairs is causing you not to think, I suggest you calm down and put your head together, Adrian said coldly, his arms crossed and voice eerily composed, “Because if you cross that door with that luggage, there will be consequences you might not recover from.
I stared at him, barely believing my ears. “Have you even been listening to anything I’m saying?” I asked, my voice rising with frustration and disbelief. Did he truly think I was bluffing? That I was just throwing a tantrum?
Julian had sent me the recording earlier–the confession, the one thing that tied all the pieces together. I hadn’t planned to show Adrian just yet, but it seemed this was the perfect moment.
“So please,” I said, holding the phone up for him to see clearly, “be my guest and release the footage of me. Do your worst. Because now, the world will also know how you were involved in framing me.”
I didn’t bother answering him. What was the point? If he still believed I was someone he could manipulate, he was sorely mistaken. I had nothing more to
I turned to grab my luggage, ready to walk away, but of course, he couldn’t let me go that easily.
I turned around slowly, my hand on the doorknob. “But I’m done with you, Adrian,” I said firmly, each word like a knife cutting through the last string of attachment I had left. “I’m done with all of this. I’m done playing your games. It’s toxic. It’s mentally draining. And I just can’t take it anymore.”
I took a deep breath, steeling myself one last time. “Like I said earlier, my driver is waiting. So I sincerely wish you a lovely life with your unborn child.”
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