Chapter 17
“Come home with me. I’ll take you to see their graves. It’s what you’d want.”
Harrison Lowell seized her wrist without warning, yanking her a step toward the exit.
Before he could take another step, Silas cut in like a blade, intercepting Harrison’s path and prying his fingers off Olivia’s skin.
He pried Harrison’s hand off Olivia and placed himself firmly between them.
“Back off, Mr. Lowell,” Silas said coldly. “I don’t tolerate harassment–especially not toward my date.”
“Oh, so it was you all along,” Harrison sneered, realization dawning in his expression. “I should’ve guessed. No wonder you crawled back to Rivermont to play local king.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Silas, SHE is my wife. You don’t get to orbit her like some pathetic
satellite.”
“Stay the hell away from her. She’s mine. Always has been.”
Silas chuckled darkly, unmoved. “You sure? Funny. Because last I checked, you’re already divorced –and were engaged to some fake doctor with a license bought in backrooms, aren’t you?” He tilted his head mockingly. “Where’s your fiancée, by the way? Why didn’t you bring her tonight?”
Harrison’s face darkened. He raised a hand to shove Silas aside.
“Shut the hell up. You don’t get to talk about her. She’ll never love you.”
He’d always known Silas had feelings for Olivia. Back then, he did everything he could to keep them apart–staging misunderstandings, shadowing her everywhere, clinging to every opportunity to stay by her side.
He’d even followed her into war zones, black markets, and criminal sting operations–not just to support her career, but to make sure Silas never had a shot.
And now? Now that everything had gone wrong, he still wouldn’t let Silas win.
Even if Olivia hated him now, he believed she still loved him. That she had to.
They could fix this. They just had to get past the misunderstandings.
But before he could speak again, Olivia stepped forward, unflinching. Her gaze locked on Harrison
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with surgical precision.
“Enough, Mr. Lowell,” she said. “Silas isn’t a stranger. He’s my senior, my friend–and unlike you, he’s never once betrayed me.”
She took a breath. Her words came slow, deliberate, and sharp.
“You and I? We’ve been nothing for a long time. You just refused to notice.”
“We’re divorced. Whatever we once had–it’s over.”
Her gaze locked on Harrison with surgical precision.
Harrison froze. His mouth opened, but no sound came. His chest ached like someone had stabbed him straight through the lungs.
“No. No, that’s not true,” he stammered. “I retracted the divorce petition. We never signed the papers. You’re still my wife. You’ll always be my wife.”
He reached for her hand again, desperate.
But Olivia slapped him across the face, so hard.
“Don’t touch me. Ever” Her voice was icy. “You make me sick.”
“In your world, what am I? A puppet you get to control, toss aside, and pick back up when you feel
like it?”
“Let me be perfectly clear–Olivia Bennett is dead. She died the moment you stripped her dignity and tossed her aside. That girl no longer exists.”
“My name is Lilian West now. I carry the name of the man who saved my life–Dean Garrett West.”
Harrison staggered, his head shaking in disbelief.
He wanted to apologize. God, he wanted to scream his regret.
But no words came.
Because deep down, he knew.
There wasn’t a single “sorry” in the universe that could rewind what he’d done.
But he loved her.
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He still loved her.
And he couldn’t–wouldn’t let her go.
What would it take… to be forgiven?
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