Furious, I slapped Olivia across the face.
“You really feel proud of being a homewrecker?”
Olivia was stunned, tears filling her eyes instantly.
She looked like a fragile white flower battered by a storm, about to break.
“Sophia!”
Ethan rushed over, protectively pulling Olivia behind him.
I stood silently, staring at Ethan, my eyes never leaving him.
Tears welled up but I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palm—
the pain reminding me not to cry.
Ethan saw my defiance and sighed.
He slowly stepped closer, but his tone was no longer gentle—there was distance in it:
“I promise you, I’ll keep my distance from Olivia.”
“She won’t show up in front of you again, okay?”
I bit my lip, forcing back my tears.
But Ethan didn’t even notice—he was too busy signaling to Olivia.
She took a step forward, trying to get closer to Ethan,
but his look forced her to back off, clutching her blanket as she left reluctantly.
Watching Olivia walk away, making sure I couldn’t hurt her,
Ethan finally turned to look at me.
He glanced at my swollen hand.
Instead of holding it as he usually would, he only frowned and said flatly:
“You really need to work on that bad temper of yours.”
I sneered at him.