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That was the promise Tyler had made to her.
Everyone else was caught up in making plans for the baby’s future, excited and hopeful. No one seemed to consider what would happen if Naomi recovered. But Olivia had already thought about it.
“That’s a problem for the future,” Tyler had said, brushing it off with a calm expression.
“But I don’t want to be a burden to you or Naomi,” Olivia replied gently. “Once the baby is born, leaving with the child is the best choice for everyone.”
“We’ll talk about it when the time comes,” he said, placing a hand softly on her head. “Now go rest.”
It was clear he didn’t want to discuss it further.
Olivia quietly turned and went to the bedroom, her thoughts in a whirl.
The next day, she stayed in the hotel, declining Marianne’s kind invitation to visit her home. Olivia felt the boundary between herself and Tyler’s past, especially anything involving Naomi. It wasn’t her place to intrude.
Tyler had gone back to work but made sure she was well protected in his absence. Bodyguards were stationed discreetly, and the hotel staff were under strict orders. Every dish she received was checked in advance—Tyler had insisted on it. He didn’t want to risk anything happening to her or the baby.
Around noon, while Olivia sat quietly by the window, the doorbell rang.
Startled, she got up and opened the door, only to see Gina standing there with a plastic container of food.
A strange unease settled over Olivia. She instinctively tightened her grip on the door.
“I brought lunch,” Gina said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Marianne sent me.”
Olivia glanced at the container. She hesitated, unsure if she should take it. But after a long pause, she accepted it with both hands.
As she did, Gina added with a light, insincere tone, “About yesterday—I crossed a line. I’m sorry. Hope you can forgive me.”
Trying to stay calm despite the tension prickling under her skin, Olivia replied, “It’s alright. I don’t hold grudges.”
But Gina wasn’t finished.
She tilted her head and smirked. “So… what exactly did you do to end up in Tyler’s bed?”
Olivia’s breath hitched. Her hands trembled slightly around the container.
Gina leaned in, her voice dropping into a venomous whisper. “With your mother’s past, I’m sure you picked up a few tricks. Like mother, like daughter.”
“Please stop talking about my mom like that,” Olivia said, her voice trembling. Her lips were pale, her shoulders tense.
Gina’s eyes gleamed with spite. “There she is—finally showing her true colors. Playing the poor, innocent girl worked on Tyler, didn’t it? He always had a soft spot for broken things.”
Olivia’s heart pounded, her anger bubbling to the surface, but she held herself back.
Gina scoffed, giving her one last look of contempt. “You really think this will last? Tyler and Naomi’s love was real. Stronger than anything you’ll ever have.”
She placed the food down on the table by the entrance, then turned and walked off, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
Olivia stood frozen by the door, the weight of Gina’s words crashing down on her like a wave. Her hands clenched tightly around the food container, but she didn’t notice. All she could hear was the echo of that last sentence, ringing bitterly in her ears.
Let me know if you’d like to continue the next scene—perhaps Olivia telling Tyler, or silently processing it on her own.