Revenge After Divorce Novel by Black Rose

OLIVIA

I was holding tears the whole drive home. My chest burned and my heart was sore. Our families and those closest to us could deceive us sometimes. Tell us we were good, doing good, but they failed to point it out when we were doing wrong. When we were hurting those, we claimed to love.

No one told me I was being selfish, not my husband, father or my friend Ethan. No one asked, what about Lupita. No one asked how she was doing not even Nick, who I believed knew exactly what she was going through and decided to use her instead of helping her.

Instead of coming to me and telling me that she was suffering. My family chose to hide it from me, they chose to protect me instead of telling me what Lupita had done. I knew she did something and instead of telling me about it.

Thinking about where she was coming from and why she did it. they thought of me, how to protect me, forgot everything she had done for me and my son. For all of us. How she always stepped up when I couldn't and took care of my children.

I knew they would argue that it was her job, but I beg to differ. They knew what she meant to me and yet no one said anything. I could have fixed things, but how could I when no one told me anything.

I didn't blame them alone; I blamed myself too for only thinking of my pain and what I was going through and forgetting she was going through the same if not worse. She lost her grandmother and only everyone including myself could think about was how Xander kidnapped me.

When we drove in, my father, husband and Ethan were standing outside laughing and talking. Anger rose from the pit of my stomach as I watched them. happy with their lives and having a good time.

Did they even think about what Lupita was going through? I think not. Ethan spotted the car first and told the others and they turned to look. worry covered my husband and father's faces. The car came to a stop in front of them.

I got out, "Get the kids." That was all I said as I walked past them going into the house. I didn't want to talk to them. not when I was that angry. One of them followed me, I didn't know who and I didn't care to look.

I went up the stairs taking them two at a time. When I got into my room, I closed the door right in his face. It was Ethan. "Olivia, what's wrong?" I said nothing as I stripped and went into the shower.

I sat under the running water crying. I wasn't only angry at them; I was angry with myself as well. Of how selfish I had been. My grandmother would be turning in her grave to learn that I had become that kind of person.

She taught me well, taught me good values, taught me that people were more important than material possessions. That I should take care of those closest to me, protect them as much as I protected myself.noveldrama

She taught me to never look down on anyone. She taught me that when I started bringing Sandra home with me every day after school. Somehow, I had forgotten everything she had taught me. I hit my chest with my fist.

It hurt, I let her and myself down. Lupita did a lot for me, took good care of my son when I couldn't. even though she was paid to do so, she did more than just what nanny did. She treated him like her own.

Stayed up with him when he was being fussy, took good care of him when he was sick. When I couldn't be there, she was a mother to him. but what did I do in turn?

I turned my back on her, forgot she was human too and had feelings.

I hated that I did that to her. I

thought I valued her, but I couldn't see it when she wasn't happy, I couldn't see it when she was being used. Eventually, I stopped the water and walked out. My husband was sitting on the floor by the door when I opened the door.

He stood when he saw me, sadness flashed in his eyes when he saw me. I must have looked horrible. "My love, what is wrong, did something happen to Lupita?" I walked past him, went to my dressing table and lathered lotion on my skin.

"Olivia, talk to me, please." He begged but I wasn't ready to say anything. I was still angry, and I blamed him too. Instead of asking questions and finding out what happened to Lupita, he pushed her out.

"Baby, please, You are making me worry, what is wrong with you, did Lupita do something to you?" I

glared at him. "What do you think et

she could do to me? I am Olivia Walfker, daughter of a mafia kingpin, ex-wife of the manipulative and cunning Nick Jones, my friend and brother is Ethan. Tell me, what could Lupita possibly do to me?"

He looked taken back by my outburst. "Leave me, I would like to be alone." I walked past him to the bed. He followed and that just irritated me to no end. I didn't want to end up saying things I would regret to my husband.

I wished he would listen and just let me be. "Marcus, please, leave me alone. I don't want to talk right now. I just want to be alone." He stood next to the bed for a while. "Marcus, let her be, she will talk when she is ready."

That was when I spotted Ethan standing by the door. Why couldn't he have been the one to fall for Lupita. He was good, he would have treated her well and loved her. what was I even thinking.

Ethan was no different from Nick, that stolen kiss told me that he too still wanted me. no wonder Lupita resented me, it was because of them and that stupid obsession they had with me. I didn't even know

what made them develop that stupid obsession.

Marcus tried to kiss me, but I avoided him. I knew his kisses were only going to

weaken me. I also knew that what I just did hurt him.