Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 16

Olivia’s POV

I sat curled up on the couch, staring at my phone. Still no address from Mike. Just those suit measurements, sent

hours ago.

What exactly was Alexander playing at? If he didn’t want the suit, he could’ve just ignored me. Was he testing me? Or trying to make a point?

Maybe it was just his way of saying: “Don’t come near me again.”

Fine. That suit would be the last thing to ever cross between us anyways. I didn’t pay much heed to his weird nature.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching. I tossed the phone aside after switching off the screen and straightened my back instinctively.

Ethan stepped into the room and got straight to the point. “Where are your clothes?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Shoes. Bags. Jewelry. All your stuff. Where is it?”

My heart skipped a beat. Did he find out?

I kept my face neutral and forced a little frown. “Dry cleaning,” I said casually. “The clothes, and shoes.”

He narrowed his eyes. “All of it?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I got bored being stuck at home alone. Decided to organize the house. Honestly couldn’t remember what I wore last week, so I just sent everything out to get cleaned.”

“And the bags? The jewelry?”

“Maintenance. The diamonds weren’t shining like they used to. And most of those bags were getting scuffed. Figured it was time.”

My tone sounded flat but reasonable. He stared at me for a few more seconds, like he was trying to read between the lines. Then he gave a small nod.

“No need to rush,” he said. “There’s plenty of time in the future. You can take it slow.”

“I’m traveling in a few days,” I replied smoothly. “Wanted to clear things before I left.”

That seemed to settle it until his gaze shifted to the navy suit bag lying on the couch,

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moved toward it.

forward, stopping him from opening it. My hand landed

of us moved.

for my dad,” I said quickly,

eyes narrowed.

“What about you?”

“I’m your husband.”

“Do you really need more suits? Or did you

him up. His lips parted like he wanted to respond,

wait. I grabbed the bag, slipped into my

when I heard the front door close and the sound of his car

he would even notice the wardrobe-but today, he did. Well, it’s just

the sky was clear and bright. It was the kind of weather that made

It was Sunday.

my keys, and

Ethan and I had

parked near the back gate and

was closed for the weekend. I walked along the paths we used to take, slowly, like I was walking through a memory. The classroom where we sat side by side in the back row. The path lined with old trees where Ethan would wait for me after

laughing.

how empty it felt now. Not just

grove behind the man-made lake. It was hidden

remembered the night we’d come here. It was the night we realized we were fated

he had something important

phones for light, sitting on the damp grass. He pulled out a small box, and two

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we’ll come back and open it. No matter

were serious, glowing even in the

together, right under a crooked tree

hands were already dusty when the tip of the

little worn, but intact. I held it in my lap, but

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left where they belong

the box for a long minute, then gave a

“Goodbye, Ethan,” I whispered.

memories. To the girl I was back then. To the life I thought

Ethan’s POV

the ideas scattered,

her perfume too strong for this early in the day.

me with her usual tricks. “We could try something else now… here?” she whispered, eyes

to seduce better. She knew all the tricks. But right now, her blunder