“You’re amazing. I swear, once I take it all, I’ll give you the grandest wedding anyone’s ever seen.”
Ethan’s eyes lit up at her words. He turned to me, his gaze full of disgust.
“Olivia, I’m canceling our engagement right now. I’m going to marry Madison and make her my wife.”
I stared at the two of them coldly. If that was his choice, then he had no right to regret it later.
“Fine. But return my father’s urn.”
Madison stubbed her cigarette out on the urn, sneering.
“You want it? Then get on your knees and beg.”
“Don’t push me too far.”
I wanted nothing more than to beat that shameless, vile woman to the ground. She had no ability of her own—only tricks and a man to hide behind.
“I’ll push as far as I like. What can you do about it? Kneel, or don’t.”
“Sweetheart,” Ethan said, “why waste it by scattering ashes? Feeding them to a dog would be way more fun.”
“Baby, you’re brilliant.”
Someone in the room couldn’t hold back.
“Madison, that’s still Olivia’s late father. This isn’t right!”
“Yeah, if Mrs. Scott finds out—”
“Shut up! Do I need you to teach me how to handle things?”