third person pov
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It had been three weeks since Olivia and Jim had gotten married but he had been nothing but cordial and kind to her all this time. On a certain afternoon, when they were lounging around in the house, Jim looked over at Olivia as if just remembering something. “Our company is having a ball soon. Do you feel comfortable coming with me?”
Olivia felt excitement rush through her. “Really? I’d love to!”
“Perfect! It will keep you busy and help take your mind off things,” he encouraged.
There was a bit of silence then Olivia spoke up, “Will it be ok to make the arrangements and host? I promise, I'm very good at stuff like this and I won't mess it up.”
“Would you look at that, my wife is an event planner.”
“I plan to give you the best.”
“Alright then. If it won't put any pressure on you.”
“Yayy! Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
After getting approval from Jim, Olivia poured all her energy into planning the event. She chose the decorations, picked the food, and organized the entertainment.
The work gave her a chance to focus on something else after everything she had been through.
Finally, the big day arrived. As Olivia stood in front of the mirror, she felt a mix of nerves and excitement. She wore a beautiful dress that Jim had helped her pick out. She wanted to make a good impression on everyone as it was her first time in high society as Jim’s wife.
“You’re going to be amazing,” Jim said, giving her an encouraging smile. “Just remember, you have me as back up and no one can beat that. Calm down and stop fretting ok?”
Olivia smiled back, feeling a bit of her nerves fade. “Thank you! That means a lot.”
As they arrived at the venue, Olivia took a deep breath. The place looked stunning, with sparkling lights everywhere. Stepping inside, she felt nerves twist in her stomach.
As the guests began to arrive, Olivia started to mingle and welcome everyone. She played the part of the host well, chatting and laughing, trying to make everyone feel at ease. She enjoyed the buzz of excitement around her.
While she was helping a couple with their drinks, she turned a corner and came face to face with Quinn. Olivia's sister stood there, surprise and annoyance crossing her features.
“Olivia? What are you doing here?” Quinn asked, her tone filled with disbelief.
“I’m hosting the ball,” Olivia replied proudly, trying to stand tall despite her sister’s glare.
Quinn scoffed and folded her arms. “Please. You must have snuck in. No way would they let you in.”
Before Olivia could argue, Daniel emerged from the crowd. His shock mirrored Quinn’s. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his expression quickly changing to something cruel.
“Daniel,” Olivia started, but he cut her off.
“You must have snuck in like Quinn said. How pathetic,” he shouted, drawing the attention of the nearby guests.
“Stop it! I’m not following you around! And don't you dare talk to me like that.” Olivia shot back, her voice shaking with hurt.
“Just move on, Olivia,” Daniel yelled, raising his voice. “I’ve moved on. You should too. We’re done. I hear that you're following Jim around these days like some slut!”
Gasps rippled through the crowd as they began to gossip. Olivia felt her face burn as whispers about her clothing and her earlier closeness to Jim spread through the room. He stared at her and said nothing to stop then from talking.
“I am not–”
Just then, Jim arrived, wrapping his arms around Olivia protectively. She leaned against him, thankful for his presence. He stood tall, his expression serious as he scrutinized the situation.
“What’s going on here?” Jim asked, his voice steady and firm.
“I was just telling Olivia that she should leave,” Daniel said, trying to sound nonchalant.
“You need to stop disrespecting her,” Jim countered, his gaze unwavering. “You have no right to talk to her like that.”
Daniel shifted uneasily, glancing around at the growing crowd. “Uh, I was just—”
“Just what?” Jim interrupted. “What’s your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem. She’s my ex-wife,” Daniel said, trying to shrug it off. “She’s just trying to win me back.”
Jim’s grip around Olivia tightened. “My wife is not trying to win anyone back,” he declared.
“What?” Daniel’s eyes widened, shock written all over his face. He looked between Jim and Olivia, disbelief settling in.
“Yes, my wife,” Jim confirmed, showing no fear. “You will respect her.”
Daniel stepped back, surprise giving way to anger. “You can’t be serious,” he said, his voice trembling.
“Why would I joke about that?” Jim replied calmly.
Quinn stood there, equally stunned. “Wait, you’re married?”
“Yes,” Olivia said, feeling a rush of pride. “And I’m happy.”
Daniel shook his head. “This is ridiculous. Olivia can’t just be with him to make me jealous.”
“Why do you care?” Jim asked. “You made your choice. You lost the right to tell her what to do.”
Daniel's voice grew louder again. “I’m not done with this! Olivia is my ex-wife, and I intend to handle her myself.”
As Daniel reached for Olivia, Jim swiftly grabbed his wrist and squeezed it firmly. “You will not touch her,” he warned.
Daniel glanced around at the crowd that was now watching intently. “I’m just trying to explain,” he said defensively.
“Your behavior is unacceptable,” Jim stated firmly. “If you ever disrespect her again, you’ll regret it.”
Daniel looked flustered, realizing he was losing control of the situation. “This isn’t over, Olivia,” he said as he stepped back, frustration etched on his face.
“Yea right, Daniel,” Olivia replied, feeling annoyed as she turned and walked away from him.
“How dare you talk back to me!” Daniel yelled.
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