Revenge After Divorce (Olivia and Nick) novel Chapter 377

OLIVIA

When Ethan’s calls came through, I was on my second bottle of wine. I was drunk but still had my sense. I was the honest drunk at that time not drunk out of my mind yet. If I had answered his call, I would have said things I was going to later regret.

It was better to keep things as they were instead of making them worse. That man reminded me of who I was, what I had lost and how easy it was to sign my parental rights away when things were tough.

He reminded me of my lowest point in life when things were going to shit, and I had no hope of ever being anything other than the jailbird ex Mrs Jones. when my own survival in prison was and revenge when I got back were the only things about which I could think.

Back then I had nothing and no one to hold on to. I couldn’t see my grandmother and my husband abandoned me. he reminded me of a time in my life I never wanted to think about. Because back then I didn’t only lose my son but my ability to carry my own children ever again.

Those memories took me back to a time when I had to watch my husband playing house with another woman in my own home. A time when I felt like a stranger in my own home.

“Olivia, where are you? I am home baby.” That was my husband coming home from work. I crossed fingers hoping he didn’t come into the salon. I didn’t want to see him, that was not the right moment to see him.

That issue with him and the events after were what led to what happened to me, Xander and Lupita’s grandmother. He came in, stood by the door. Noticed the two bottles of wine on the small table next to me.

“Can I join you?” I shook my head in the negative. He walked further into the room, took a seat opposite me. “Why are you drinking alone, what is bothering you?” he was never going to stop asking questions.

“Lupita was here.” He frowned.

“After ignoring you, she had the nerve to come here, what did she want?” I was trying hard to shake the images of the past events. But the alcohol kept bringing everything back to the front of my mind.

“To apologize but I ended up giving her piece of my mind and kicking her out.”

“And now you are feeling guilty and regretting what you did?” I shook my head in the negative. I didn’t regret a thing. “No, I don’t regret it, was about time I spoke my mind and said how I really felt.”

He raised an eyebrow. Yeah, he probably couldn’t believe I did that. “Where are the kids.” He changed the subject. “With my dad.” He nodded standing up. “I am going to change and shower, don’t open another bottle until I come back.”

I nodded and watched him leave. I poured the last glass in the bottle that was opened then took another, opened it, and filled my glass.