CHAPTER 5: OBSESSION
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Olivia couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, her mind plagued by memories of Ethan. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face—the way he used to look at her with love, the way his eyes darkened when he found out about her betrayal. But what haunted her the most was the way he had spoken to her the last time they talked.
"You were my past. Lena is my future."
The words echoed in her head like a curse, tormenting her every waking moment. She had lost him, but she couldn’t accept it.
She wouldn’t.
Olivia sat up, her heart racing. She picked up her phone and scrolled through Ethan’s social media. There he was—smiling, looking happy, standing beside her. Lena. The woman who had taken her place.
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the phone.
No. Ethan wasn’t supposed to move on. Not without her.
A dangerous thought crept into her mind. If she could just talk to him, see him, make him understand that they belonged together… maybe she could fix everything. Maybe she could remind him of what they had.
Before she even realized what she was doing, she was grabbing her coat and heading out the door.
Ethan’s apartment was in a quiet part of the city, a few streets away from where she used to live with him. She knew the way by heart.
She stood outside, staring up at the building, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She had planned to knock on his door, to beg him to take her back, but then she saw them.
Through the window, Ethan and Lena sat on the couch together, laughing softly. Lena rested her head on his shoulder, and he leaned into her touch with ease, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
A burning rage ignited in Olivia’s chest.
That should be me.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. How could he replace her so easily? How could he let someone else touch him, hold him, love him?
Her vision blurred with unshed tears as she backed away into the shadows.
She wasn’t going to give up.
Ethan was hers.
And if she couldn’t have him… no one could.
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