37 NOAHIf Olivia is going to stay mad, fine. So be it. But if last night is any indication, we still have chemistry. And she’s still here, sharing our apartment. She hasn’t filed for divorce or started looking for a new place or anything like that. So I have to believe that, deep down, she does still have feelings for me. Her father was right—growing up, we were so in sync, right there for each other through every rite of passage. Granted, I’m sleeping on the couch, but at least she hasn’t left.
I’ll just have to find a way to make her believe those feelings, show her that we belong together. Convince her that the happily-ever-after she’s always wanted isn’t just a fantasy—it’s something we can have together, for real. But it’s become obvious that I’ll have to fight dirty. And that’s why
