Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 15

Olivia’s POV

I got a text from Mike in the evening. I’d almost forgotten I’d even asked him about Alexander’s suit size weeks ago, and he never responded. But this time, he sent a couple of numbers: height, chest, waist, sleeve length.

The text was short. “Mr. Green asked me to pass this along so you could purchase a new suit to replace the one you damaged.”

I stared at the message for a long moment. For a second, I wondered if Alexander had changed his mind-maybe he wanted to give me a chance at the job. But then I shook my head. That was a stupid hope.

No. Alexander probably just wanted to close the loop, get the damn suit replaced, and never see me again.

I didn’t want to look desperate or weak. So I texted back politely, “Got it. I’ll buy the suit and send it to Mr. Green as soon as possible.”

The next morning, I left the house early. I felt like I was on a mission-like I had to get this done quickly and proper- ly, so I wouldn’t have to think about it anymore. As soon as I stepped out, I noticed a black car idling across the street. I didn’t recognize the driver, but I knew it wasn’t a coincidence.

I ignored it and went to the mall. I spent hours going from one shop to another, searching for a smoky gray suit that was even close to the one I’d ruined. My legs started to ache, and my stomach growled. But nothing I found was quite right. The material felt cheap. The cut was wrong. Alexander’s suit had been subtle but so well-made, it made me feel like I’d never find anything close.

I finally sat down on a bench in the middle of the mall, feeling like an idiot. What was I doing? Did it even matter if the suit matched exactly? Alexander probably wouldn’t care-he’d probably toss it out the minute it arrived. He didn’t want to see me again.

I pushed myself to my feet and went back to a store I’d passed earlier. They had a decent smoky gray suit-good fab- ric, clean lines. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best I’d found. I gave the clerk the measurements. She looked at them and raised her eyebrows.

“Your husband must have the build of a model,” she said with a little smile.

I felt my chest tighten. “He’s not my husband,” I said quietly. Alexander would be so pissed if he heard this.

The clerk didn’t say anything else. She just rang it up and handed me the garment bag.

didn’t have an address for Mr. Green. I texted Mike asking for it, but he didn’t reply. I waited for a while, checking my phone every

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up and went

the suit bag on the couch and went upstairs and took a

the kitchen, the bedroom, the study. I’d lived here for years. I’d decorated it myself,

all felt

I plugged it into my laptop and saw pictures I hadn’t looked at in years. Ethan and me, in college. We were so young-smiling, our arms around each other, like we’d nev- er imagined things

twist in

the girl who thought she’d grow old with

back in my

Ethan’s POV

to what I saw at the golf course

Luna. She can only have me in her eyes, in her heart. Even if she’s

since she

said Olivia had spent three hours at the mall. Three hours, shopping for a

a wave of something like relief. She was buying me a suit. That had to be it. She still understood her place as my wife. She wanted to make up

for dinner. Olivia was sitting in the living room, reading a book. She didn’t

over. “Have you eaten?” I

me, calm as ever.

into the kitchen.

to

a box

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