OLIVIA'S POV
Micheal's battle with cancer had thrown my emotions into disarray. A part of me softened upon hearing the devastating news, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. Cancer was a relentless adversary, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, not even my ex-husband.
As I stood by his hospital bed, watching him struggle for every breath, I found myself torn. The memories of our tumultuous marriage, the pain and heartache he had caused, all resurfaced like a torrent of emotions. It was a turbulent mix of resentment, empathy, and lingering affection.
Micheal's voice, weak but still recognizable, broke the silence. "Olivia..."
I turned my gaze toward him, uncertainty in my eyes. "Micheal."
His eyes, once filled with the arrogance of a man who believed he could conquer
