Olivia: "..."
She really thought she'd gotten through to him—turns out, a total waste of breath.
"If you love her so damn much, go sleep with Fiona! Why don’t you just drop dead already!" She slammed the table, fury burning in her chest. If she wasn’t clearly outmatched in strength, she’d have already smashed that ashtray over his head.
Lucas stood up, and the ripped-up divorce papers slipped off his lap, fluttering to the floor like snow.
"Whatever she sold or burned, I’ll get it all back. Even her heart! We’re not done. She's mine—always has been, always will be."
With that, he stormed out.
Olivia was stunned for a beat before she shot to her feet and yelled after him at the door, "What you tore up was just a copy! Don’t get cocky thinking this’ll stall the divorce—it
