Chapter_238
The other woman scoffed bitterly. “I heard her mother was Darren’s mistress.”
Her voice suddenly sharpened with resentment. “If I’d known Naomi was sick back then, I wouldn’t have backed off. That little sister wouldn’t have stood a chance with Tyler.”
The first woman sighed, as if tired of the conversation. “The Harrises didn’t think highly of you to begin with. It’s over. They rushed into that marriage, and now Olivia’s Mrs. Harris, whether you like it or not. Let it go.”
Just as the words hung in the air, the two women walked out of the restroom. Olivia stood still, having heard every word. They were both dressed elegantly, and the one in front casually dried her hands with a hand towel.
Their eyes met. The woman froze for a brief moment, her expression unreadable. The second woman, realizing what had just happened, tugged at her friend’s arm, but then both their eyes shifted past Olivia.
Something changed in their faces.
Olivia slowly turned around.
Tyler was standing silently behind her, tall and composed, his face expressionless but his gaze sharp. He looked directly at the first woman, his cold eyes enough to make her flinch slightly.
Olivia’s heart skipped a beat.
Something had clearly happened between Naomi and this woman. The way she looked at Tyler—and the way Tyler looked at her—confirmed it.
But Tyler didn’t acknowledge the tension between them. Instead, he looked at Olivia and said simply, “Come here.”
The low command sent a chill down her spine. She walked over to him quietly as the two women stood watching.
“We’re leaving,” he added, not sparing another glance at them.
The woman, unwilling to let it go, scoffed and called after her, “Mrs. Harris, Tyler loved your sister deeply. Do you really think you’ve won just because you married him? Do you even understand the kind of love they had?”
Olivia froze in place.
Tyler, who had been looking straight ahead, now slowly turned his head back toward the woman. His expression remained calm, but there was steel in his gaze.
The woman wasn’t finished. “You didn’t get him because you’re special—you got lucky because you’re pregnant. But so what if you’re married now? Can you really take everything that used to belong to Naomi?”
The words hung in the air like a slap.
Olivia didn’t respond. Her silence wasn’t weakness—it was quiet strength. The woman didn’t know the full story, and Olivia had no intention of explaining herself to someone like that.
She stood still, her face calm, her hands resting lightly in front of her.
“Watch your mouth, Gina,” Tyler said, his voice low and cold.
The woman—Gina—lowered her eyes at the sound of his voice, her courage faltering.
Without another word, Tyler turned and began walking.
“Let’s go,” he said once more to Olivia.
She followed him, her steps quiet behind his. He didn’t reach for her hand. She didn’t expect him to.
They walked together—one leading, the other trailing. No affection. No intimacy.
Just distance.
But in that moment, Olivia understood something: it wasn’t just about walking away from that confrontation.
It was about walking through it—with her head held high.