You are heaven and hell

Chapter 2: The Illusion of Tenderness

That night, Olivia didn't go into the study, afraid that if she did, she wouldn't be able to preserve her child after all the falsehoods had been ripped away.

This child was her life, and she would never allow anyone to harm him.

The next day, Liam personally prepared her favorite breakfast.

In the past, Olivia would only feel sweetness in her heart, but now, she felt horrible, just how deep the city was, to be able to disguise so without a single c***k.

Olivia sipped her milk with her head down, not daring to look up to give away the fear in her eyes.

It was a good thing Liam hadn't noticed the change in her mood because he was in a hurry to leave with the morning meeting, but he just kissed her forehead before he left and whispered, "It's so nice to have a few more days before we get to see our baby."

Olivia's grip on the glass tightened, and she let out a muffled "hmmm" until Liam was gone. Then, she let go, the glass falling vertically and shattering on the marble floor like her broken heart.

The nanny sniffed, and Olivia waved her hand, her voice deep, "I didn't rest too well last night; I'll catch up on my sleep, and no one is to disturb me."

The nanny, seeing that Olivia really didn't have much of an essence, was busy assisting her inside the bedroom.

It wasn't until the bedroom door was slammed shut that Olivia went limp for a moment, her back already a wet, cold, sweaty mess.

What Liam had just said immediately emboldened Olivia.

Liam says he's a few days away from seeing his baby. Does this mean her baby will be taken out soon?

No, no, no. Her baby was never born to save Emma's baby.

Emma?

At the mention of the name, Olivia suddenly remembered that one night in the early stages of her pregnancy, she'd woken up to a loud clap of thunder and hadn't seen Liam in her bedroom, so she'd brought him a glass of milk, thinking he was probably at work, and when she'd gone in, he'd seemed to be looking at a photograph, and he'd been muttering the name 'Emma' repeatedly.

But at the time, drowning in Liam's tenderness, she couldn't have imagined that her husband was seeing a picture.

The corners of Olivia's eyes were moist and red, and the tears came unbidden, blurring everything.

The will to hold on from last night finally collapsed.

Tears kept falling as her heart ached so badly that it felt like her heart was being lynched and she was worse than dead.

Why, why is God so unfair?

She thought she had gotten a love that everyone envied, but she didn't realize that it was a scam and that she would have to pay for her poor unborn child, who would be treated as a "drug child" at birth.

She just wanted a happy home; why was it so hard?

Liam lied to her; he didn't love her at all; he just used them.

Olivia cried and laughed a pale, tragic laugh.

It took a long time for Olivia to stop crying, and she wiped away her tears, determination shining in her eyes.

She knew exactly how good Liam was; after all, she had made the underground money changers release her father and brother in just one sentence, so her methods must have been extraordinary.

But even more powerful, she had to save her child from him, desperately.

Olivia thought about the picture, which Liam must still have in the study, and she got up and went to the study, almost rummaging through the drawers without finding it, before her eyes finally landed on the safe in the study.

Olivia tried the combination several times, including his birthday and her birthday, but nothing was right. Finally, she tried the woman's name, and the safe opened.

Olivia was filled with pathos, and at that moment, she felt like a real joke.

In the safe, in addition to some documents and currency, there was a photograph lying quietly on the top compartment, and Olivia reached out and took it out; it was a picture of a family of three.

The woman in the photo was gorgeous, holding a small baby in her arms, while Liam had his arm around the woman and was looking at them with happiness in his eyes.

They looked like a family of three, and she was a mistress.

Olivia forced herself to hold back and keep the tears from falling; weakness was the hardest weapon to defeat a person, and she would never be weak in order to protect her child.

"Olivia, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, Liam's cool voice came from the study doorway.