Now, they came from Olivia’s mouth.
I laughed coldly.
Calmly, I poured the unfinished milk tea over her face.
“No need. There is no ‘after’ for us.”
I called my lawyer and asked him to meet me at home to discuss strategy.
But when I opened my front door, I found Eric sitting there smugly.
He pressed a cigarette butt into my wedding photo and smirked.
“What’s wrong? Not smiling now? You looked so proud in that wedding photo. Why can’t you laugh anymore?”
“Daniel, you’re a real fool. You actually thought stealing Olivia would put you above me?”
“Did you forget? Ever since we were kids, if I wanted something, I always got it.”
I frowned, cutting him off.
“Do you even like Olivia?”
Eric shrugged, utterly indifferent.
“Like or dislike—what does it matter? If it’s something you care about, I can’t resist the urge to take it. To ruin it.”
“I love watching you get angry and miserable, knowing there’s nothing you can do.”
