A Ghost from the Past
Olivia wasn’t prepared for the name when it slipped from Ethan’s lips.
She had been sitting at the breakfast table, pushing her eggs around on her plate, still haunted by their conversation from the night before. The weight of his silence had been heavier than any fight they could have had.
And then, just as she had built up the courage to speak, Ethan’s phone rang.
He answered, his expression unreadable, but his voice gave him away—low, tense, guarded.
“…Vanessa.”
Olivia’s blood turned to ice.
Vanessa.
The woman before her. The one who had walked away from Ethan years ago and left a wound Olivia never fully understood.
Until now.
She tried not to react. She tried to keep her face neutral as she reached for her coffee, though her grip on the mug tightened wi
