CHAPTER032 OLIVIASPOV Isattherestaringatthepictureinfrontofme,myfingerstighteningaroundtheedges.ofthetable.Howdidhegetthis?Wassomeone watchingmeevenatJuliansplace?Thethoughtsentashiverdownmyspine.
Olivia.Olivia,Adriansvoicesnappedmeoutof mythoughts.
Ilifted mygazetomeethispiercingeyes,whichheldahintofamusementasifhehadalreadywonsometwistedgameIdidntevenknowIwasplaying.
DidyouhonestlythinkIdidntknowyouwerestayingwithJulian?heasked,hisvoicesmoothyetlacedwithunderlyingauthority.
Iswallowedhard.Ofcourse,Ishouldveknownhedfindout.Healwaysdid.
IthoughtItoldyoutostayawayfromhim.Hisvoicewascasual,butthe possessivenessbehindit wasunmistakable.
Confusionflickeredacrossmyfacebeforefrustrationsettledin.Letmegetthisstraightyoureallowedtoseeotherwomen,butIcantevenbearoundanotherman?Ishotback.
Adrianraisedhishandslightly,andmyeyesfollowedashetwistedthesilverweddingringonhisfinger.Youreamarriedwoman,Olivia.Doyouknowwhatpeoplewouldthinkifthisgotout? Iscoffedathishypocrisy.Oh,Iguessyoudidntthinkaboutthatwhenyoubroughtthatwhoreintoour bedroom.
Hisjawtwitchedslightly,buthequicklymaskedhisangerwithasmall,amusedsmile.Whyareyoutryingtomakemethebadguy?Imtryingtofixthings,Olivia.Imtryingtobringusbacktogether.
Iexhaledsharply,mypatiencewearingthin.And1toldyou,Imnolongerinterested.Igrabbedmypurseandpushedmychairback,standingabruptly.
Adrianleanedback inhisseat,watchingmewithacalmexpression.
Sincethatsallyoucalled meherefor,Imleaving,Isaid.AndifIseeyouanywherenearme,Illgostraighttothepolice.
Iexpectedsomesortofreactionfromhim,maybeevenanattempttostopme,buthejustsatthereandtookanothersipofhiswine,hislipscurlingintoanalmostsmugsmile.
Iturnedandwalkedtowardthee Successfully unlocked!Successfully fullyunlockedagainstthesleekfloor.ThemomentIreachedthedoor,Ihesitated.
SomoyDouthoweasilyheletme godidntsitrightwithme.Iglancedbackovermyshoulder.
Adrianmetmygazeandgavemeasmall,tauntingwave.
CHAPTER032 Mystomachchurneduneasily.

Ignoringthenaggingfeeling,Ipushedopenthedoor,steppingintothecrispnightair.
AndthatswhenIsawthem.
Reporters.
Alotofthem.
Dozensofflashingcameralightsimmediatelyblindedme,andtheroarofvoicesfilledtheoncequietstreet.
Ifroze.
MyheartbeatpoundedinmyearsasIstruggledtoprocesswhatwashappening.HowdidtheyknowIwashere? Questionsbombardedmefromeverydirection.
Mrs.Westwood,canyoucommentontherumorsofyouraffair? Isittruethatyouvebeenlivingwithanotherman? Whydidyouleaveyourhusband?Wasthereabuse? Myeyesdartedacrosstheseaoffaces,tryingtofindanescape,butthepresshadmeboxedin.Ipushedforward,keepingmyheadlowasImademywaythroughthemob.
Mrs,Westwood,howdoyouexplainthisphototakenjustminutesago? Atthementionofaphoto,mybreath caughtinmythroat..
Iturnedtoseethereportersphonescreen,andmystomachdropped.
ItwasthesamepictureAdrianhad shownmetheoneofJulianandmehugging.
Butthistime,itwasntjustaprivatethreat.Itwaseverywhere.
Mypulsequickened.How?Hehadshownmethatpicturebarelyminutesago.Howhaditspreadtothemediasofast? Mrs.Westwood,doyouhaveanythingtosayaboutthis? Iclenchedmyjawandturnedaway,forcingmywaytowardJulianscar.Ineededtogetoutofhere.Ineededtowarnhim.Weneededa plan.
Butthereporters werentgivingupeasily.
Oneofthemawomaninhermidthirtieswithsharpeyeswasespeciallypersistent.Shetrailedclose behind,shovinghermicrophonetowardme.
Mrs.Westwood,whyareyouavoidingourquestions?Doyoudenytheallegationsofinfidelity? Iignoredher,pickingupmypace.
Thedriversawmecomingandopenedthecardoor.

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Reliefsurgedthroughme,but just asIwasabout tostepin,ahandgrippedmywrist CHAPTER632 tightly.
Ispunaround.
Thefemalereporter.
Ifrowned,yankingmyarmback.Letgoofme.
Justanswerafew… Ipushedheroffme,nothard,justenoughtofreemyself.
Butthenithappened.
Thescreechoftires.
Thesharpintakeofgaspsfromthecrowd.
Thesickeningthudofimpact.
Iturnedjustintimetoseeherbodyhitthepavement.Blood.Somuchblood.
Mybreathcaughtinmythroat.
Foramoment,everything movedinslowmotion.
Herheadlolledto theside,herfacetwistedinpain.Bloodpooledbeneathher,staining.thepavementinthick,darkstreaks.
Theworldaroundmeblurred,butmyownshakyhandsreachedforher,liftingherheadgentlyontomylap.
Icouldntthink.Icouldntbreathe.
Call911!Iorderedthedriver,myvoiceshaking.
Hefumbledforhisphone.

Itsokay,Iwhispered,barelyabletohearmyselfoverthechaos.Youregoingtobefine.
Thewomansbreathswereshallow,hereyesflutteringasshestruggledtokeepthemopen.
OhmyGod,someonegasped.
Shepushedher!anothervoiceshrieked.
BeforeIknewittherewasamassiveholdupbecauseoftheaccidentandpeoplehadgatheredaround.
Shit,Ivedoneitthistime,amscrewed.Ithoughttomyself.
Staywithme,helpis onitsway,Isaidtothereporterashereyesslowlyclosed.
Thecrowdaroundusstartedwhispering,murmursturningintoshouts.
Didyouseethat? 3/4 CHAPTER002 Sheshovedherrightintothe street! ThatsAdrianWestwoodswife Mychesttightened.
No,no,no.Thiswasntwhathappened.
IhadntpushedherintothestreetonpurposeIhadbarelytouchedher.
Butthestorywasalreadyformingintheirminds.
Ascandal.Acrime.Avillain.
Andintheireyes,Iwasallthree.
Iswallowedthebilerisinginmythroat.
Butthecopswouldnthearanyofthat Fuck!! Thiswasbad.
Reallybad.
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