And I needed someone to help me escape the abyss of the Smith family.
And so, we officially began our relationship.
After surviving a brush with death, Olivia grew calmer, more grounded.
Our love wasn’t as fiery or reckless as hers had been with Eric, but it was steady and happy.
She wanted to start a business—I joined her.
She wanted independence—I agreed without hesitation.
As a girlfriend, Olivia was flawless.
As a business partner, she was even more perfect.
Ten years passed.
We built our own company. Amassed enough wealth to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.
One ordinary afternoon, Olivia casually suggested,
“Daniel, let’s get married.”
I agreed.
And that led to the farce we endured today.
A click—the sound of a lighter cut through my thoughts.
Though she had quit smoking long ago, Olivia had somehow produced a lighter and a cigarette.
The small flame flickered between her fingers.
In the dim light, I couldn’t see her expression, only the rings of smoke curling from her lips.
I was about to speak when Olivia suddenly pulled me close and kissed me deeply.
Only when I was breathless did she reluctantly let go.
Pressing her forehead against mine, she said gently but firmly,