NOAH
I clenched my fist around the steering wheel as I drove home, unable to stop myself from thinking about the smile on Olivia’s face. That smile—one I had never seen before. It was beautiful, radiant, almost blinding.
And it was never meant for me.
That smile only appeared when she was with Liam.
Olivia and I hadn’t spoken since our argument a few days ago. We exchanged only a few brief words when I went to pick up my mom after her visit—nothing more than a curt response, a low hum in passing. Nothing personal.
I didn’t text or call her. I told myself I was giving her space—waiting for her to calm down so we could talk properly, like adults.
But now, I finally realized the truth.
She hadn’t texted or called because her husband was back. Because her attention had s
