Revenge After Divorce (Olivia and Nick) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244 

Time was slipping away, and I couldn’t afford any more distractions. But for now, I let him continue, savouring the moment. When he eventually realized that Olivia wasn’t there, it would be too late for him. By then, my plan would already be in motion, and nothing would be able to stop me. 

Ethan’s search for Olivia came to an end, and as his eyes finally met mine, I saw something in them, something I hadn’t anticipated. The desperation, the fear, it was almost tangible. His posture had shifted, his previous anger dissolving into something softer, more.,. vulnerable. 

“Please,” he said, his voice breaking as he stepped toward me, his hands trembling slightly. “Don’t do anything to harm her. Whatever vendetta you have against her father, take it out on him, not on her. Olivia is good. She’s the glue holding all of us together. Without her… without her, we are nothing.” 

His words hung in the air, the weight of them sinking into me. His desperation wasn’t just for her safety, it was for everything that Olivia represented to him and, I assumed, to the rest of them. It was clear now: Olivia wasn’t just another person in their lives; she was their anchor. Losing her would destroy them. That much was evident in his voice, the way his plea seemed to reverberate with something deeper, more personal. 

His attitude had shifted so drastically. The anger, the aggression, the sense of power, gone. In its place was pure vulnerability. And that vulnerability… it was a new weapon in my arsenal. 

I couldn’t help but marvel at the shift. Ethan had been a wall of defiance, but now, he was pleading. This was a side of him I hadn’t expected to see. I felt an almost twisted satisfaction in watching him break down in front of me, his usual defences crumbling away. It was all too easy to see how much Olivia meant to him and how deeply his feelings ran. 

That was exactly what I needed. Every word he said, every ounce of emotion in his voice, he was handing me everything I had been waiting for. Information, leverage, the perfect way to strike. 

I wasn’t going to play nice anymore. This wasn’t about Olivia’s safety; it was about making Luke pay in the most excruciating way possible. If Ethan had any idea what I had planned, he would be on his knees begging for mercy. But he didn’t. And that was the beauty of it. 

I stepped forward, my gaze fixed firmly on his, my face an unreadable mask. “Thank you, Ethan,” I said, my voice smooth, almost calm. “You have just given me everything I needed.” His expression faltered, confused by my sudden shift in tone. 

He didn’t know that his words, his vulnerability, were nothing but a tool. A tool that would make my next move all the more satisfying. 

The plan was in motion, and there was no turning back now. His pleading was just a momentary distraction, a fleeting attempt at saving the woman he clearly cared so much about. But there was no saving her, not from me, not from what was coming.