Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

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OLIVIA

1 hummed as I moved around the room sweeping the tiled floor. Lupita walked in with a rug in hand. “I like seeing you this happy, but it doesn’t mean you should be cleaning her room yourself. I will do it, take a seat and watch.” Lupita must think I was born with a silver spoon in my moth. I knew what hard work was and cleaning a room was not it.

“Nope, am good.” She shook her head as she placed the rugshe was holding next to the bed. We were busy preparing a room for Jennifer. She was going to move in with us as soon as she was pregnant. Yesterday we did the insemination and now we were waiting for two weeks to pass so we could know if she was pregnant or not.

I knew she might not get pregnant on the first try but I wanted to be prepared anyway. “Fine, I think your husband was right, you are going to be insufferable when the baby gets here.” I gave a wide smile. I would be and that would be alright.

I never got to do anything of the things I was doing with Samuel. My son was taken away from me in only but minutes after giving birth to him then I saw him two years later. He was no longer a baby and slept through the night.

I struggled with my breasts getting full and I would look at them thinking that it was time for his feeding. Yet, I couldn’t do anything about it, his father made, sure of it. “Yes, why are you crying now?” I wiped my tears off, didn’t know I was crying until she mentioned it. noveldrama

“I was just thinking about the fact that with this baby, it will be like my first time being a new mother. As you know, I never got to experience any of that with Samuel.” She gave me a sad look and I chuckled. “Don’t mind me, let’s finish up here.”

“Are you sure you are alright?” I nodded my head. “Am fine, am over that, just a memory that came to mind reminding of things I couldn’t do with my son, that’s all.” She gave me a sceptical look, but I smiled and assured her again that I was fine.

The doorbell rang and I told her I was going to get it. getting to the front door, I opened and there stood Nick Jones, my ex–husband and the monster in my nightmares. I would think I was over everything that happened between us then something would happen to remind me of what I went through.

What horrible timing he had. “Nick, hl.” He gave a soft look “Hello, Olivia.” We stood there for a moment just looking at each other. He was still as handsome as I remember. Sometimes I forget how handsome the man was. How loving he was at some point.

“Is Ethan here?” he finally broke the silence, right! He was here for his friend not me. why the hell would I think he was there for me? arg! “No, he and Marcus went out for bit.” He nodded. “Can I wait for them?” I nodded. opening the door wider for him to enter.

I offered him something, but he declined. “But I would like a few minutes with you though, to catch up.” I went and sat on the couch opposite him. I wondered what he wanted to know, or what we were going to catch up on.

“How is Samuel? You know, after what happened.” Oh, what a relief, he only wanted to know about his son’s wellbeing. “He is alright, I asked him multiple time if he was okay and how his time was with that man. But he lights up when I mention him, apparently, they played together and made pancakes. He still asks about him.”

I saw disappointment when I mentioned that our son still mentioned the man who kidnapped him. “He asks about you too; you should visit more. Just the other day he was complaining to Marcus that his pancakes were not as good as yours.”

A smile broke on his face. I was thinking I should tell him about his son. He was changing and keeping them apart

didn’t seem like a good idea anymore. I should consider talking to Marcus about it. “Well, if you like, I cant cotne in the morning and make them for him.” I nodded.

“How are you doing, Olivia. Are you happy?” I gave him a sille. “I am happy Nick; Marcus is wonderful to both Samuel and L.” he looked hurt by my answer. What did he expect? For me to say I was not happy and wanted him back?

“Am glad his treating you well and I am glad you are happy You deserve that and more.” Well, what a surprise, I thought he was going to be angry and start his nonsense. “How are you doing, Nick?” a sigh left him. he looked at me. “Physically, I am well. My heart is fine. Emotionally, in not well.”

“What seems to be the problem?” why the hell did I ask tha? “Because I lost you, Olivia, you were everything to

how I me, you still have my heart, and in this life, in my life. There will never be anyone for me other than you don’t get me wrong, I am not saying leave your husband or taking what I am saying to heart. I am just telling you feel.”

heart He ran his hand through his head before looking back at me “I wronged you, my heart. I broke your forgetting that you held mine in your hands. I was a shitty husband, wasn’t I? I failed in so many ways, to protect you and love you the way you deserve. That resulted in me losing you, my home, my reason for existence and my heart.”

I was starting to get uncomfortable as I shifted in my seat. “I would sell my soul to the devil if it meant having you back in my life. But I know that is a far–fetched dream. But bey, a man can only dream and hope. Right?” he chuckled.

“Dreaming and hoping won’t kill me though, but it will keep me going, until when, I don’t know either. I just wanted you to know that you are loved, Olivia Black. For as long as I live, you are the only woman I will ever love. You are my heart after all, where will I get a